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  “Not usually. But I like a challenge. Life gets boring when it’s predictable. You know?”

  “Maybe.” Her eyes went to the phone, which vibrated with a new message. “Sometimes, I think predictable is good, though. Like in relationships.”

  “Oh, no. That’s the worst. You don’t want to get bored with your other half.”

  “Maybe not bored. Just don’t want to … live in an emotional tornado.”

  He glanced at her. “I’m guessing that’s why you’re throwing phones around.”

  “I need some coffee.” She rose and left, wanting to get away from the phone and Nathan more than anything else.

  Eddy was sweet to listen. It was hard for her to remember he was there to kill anyone who got close to her. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. She felt comfortable around him, the way she had Evan and his father. Was he one of the reincarnated angels Nathan told her about?

  “You want a cup of coffee?” she called, rummaging around the stranger’s kitchen for coffee supplies.

  “Sure. Black.”

  She gathered everything then brewed a pot, slipping again into thoughts about Nathan. They left her angry and her hands trembling, because she couldn’t help thinking she might melt right back into his arms, if he so much as smiled at her again.

  When the coffee was done, she took two mugs into the living room.

  Eddy was still at the door. He’d move the chair over so he could sit down and fix the lock. She set down his cup on the side of the coffee table nearest him and picked up her phone, which he’d placed on the table.

  She eyed it, uncertain if she wanted anything to do with Nathan then deciding she was pissed enough that she had to take out her emotion on someone. Plopping down, she unlocked her screen. Nathan had texted twice.

  We can talk, if you want to answer the phone.

  This message was from ten minutes ago and was followed by two attempts to call her.

  She rolled her eyes at it, wishing she could strangle him, and then read the second text. She almost wished she’d seen it before spending ten minutes in the kitchen then decided that no, she was glad she didn’t. She would’ve answered, instead of moving on and focused on staying alive, which was what she needed to do.

  Guess not. Sending someone over to make sure you’re okay.

  “A little late to the party, Nathan,” she told him then messaged him back. He’s already here.

  “Thanks for the coffee,” Eddy said, reaching for it.

  “You’re welcome,” she replied and wrapped her hands around the warm mug.

  Eddy was oiling and testing the deadbolt. “Think that’s it.”

  She watched him for a few minutes, drinking her coffee. Her phone vibrated. She wanted to ignore it, but something about Nathan drew her in. She checked it.

  Go somewhere private and call me, please. It’s important.

  She gazed at the message for a moment, sensing something was wrong without knowing exactly what. It was in the phrasing. Nathan was never polite. He was blunt and to the point. Arrogant.

  “You need more coffee?” she asked.

  “Not yet,” Eddy said, attention on replacing the lock.

  “I do.”

  He glanced at her with a smile.

  Kaylee nervously tucked her hair behind her ears and smoothed out the shirt she’d found in the fully stocked closet, even knowing Nathan wasn’t going to see her when she called. She poured herself another cup of coffee then dialed his number and walked to the bay window looking out over the grassy backyard.

  “Hey.” His unnaturally low voice sent desire spinning through her.

  “What’s up?” she asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

  “Can you talk in private?”

  “Yep.”

  “I didn’t send whoever is with you.”

  Kaylee froze, the mug halfway to her mouth.

  “I need you to stay calm and pretend like you don’t know that,” he said in a quiet, firm tone. “Did he give you a name?”

  She listened without registering his question for a few seconds. She was straining to hear Eddy in the living room.

  “Yes,” she answered. She shook her head and turned to make sure the stranger wasn’t standing in the doorway, listening.

  She could see him at the front door still.

  “Edgar. Goes by Eddy,” she whispered.

  “Blond hair, tattoos, likes knives?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Interesting.” Nathan said nothing for a moment. “You okay?”

  “Great. He’s a nice guy.”

  “He’s a member of a Satanist cult.” There was amusement in Nathan’s voice. “Shadowman probably called him in to help out.”

  She listened, amazed. “This is messed up.”

  “Yeah. But since Shadowman wants you alive, you’ll be fine. Just don’t give Eddy a reason to cut you.”

  It wasn’t the news she expected. It didn’t seem fair for her to be stuck with a demon and a Satanist-assassin. Her temper got the better of her.

  “Here you are, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, can’t even say goodbye after a one night stand, and you’re the good guy. Meanwhile, Eddy is sweet and nice and even gave me a knife to defend myself, and he’s the bad guy?”

  “Kaylee –”

  “You know what, Nathan? Do me favor and just stay away from me. You and all your friends. I’d rather deal with this alone than with you!”

  She hung up, fuming.

  “Everything all right?” Eddy called.

  Things just keep getting worse. She fought back tears of anger.

  “Yeah,” she managed and cleared her throat. “Just … broke up. That’s all.” She studied the phone. She wanted so badly just to delete Nathan’s contact. She didn’t. Instead, she erased his messages and changed his name, in case Eddy got a hold of her phone.

  Satisfied, she drew a shaky breath and tucked it into her pocket. Grabbing a new cup of coffee, she returned to the living room.

  “You look like you could use some chocolate,” Eddy said with a sympathetic smile. “Here’s some good news. I fixed the lock.”

  Something is really wrong with the world when you can trust a Satanist over a spirit guide.

  “That’s good.” She rubbed her forehead. “This coffee is terrible.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. “I didn’t want to say anything.”

  “Wanna go out for a cup?”

  “Sure.”

  She rose again and went to the bedroom to grab her shoes. Sliding her feet into the flats, she gazed at the bed where she’d spent the night with Nathan. If she breathed in deeply enough, she’d smell and taste him again.

  Her phone vibrated. This time, she didn’t look.

  Eddy was waiting for her at the door. He opened it, paused then closed it.

  Kaylee waited, gazing up at him.

  “We gotta cover one thing, first,” he said, facing her. “I’m assuming that was Nathan you called.”

  Her breath caught in her throat.

  “I’m cool with that,” he said. “But, keep in mind that Shadowman can find you anywhere you are, which means I can, too, because he wants me to stick by you. He doesn’t care if you’re missing toes, fingers, legs, an arm, as long as you’re alive to be his host. The difference between me and Shadowman: I actually want you to keep you in one piece. And I will, as long as you don’t try anything funny like running when we go get coffee.”

  She stared at him. The words were cordial but firm.

  “We straight?”

  She nodded, temporarily speechless after his friendly threat.

  “Great. Let’s go!” he said in a tone befitting a camp counselor. He flashed a smile and opened the door.

  Okay, so maybe Nathan’s not that bad. She touched the phone in her pocket. Eddy’s quick speech made her anger disappear in a puff, but it did remind her that however nice Eddy was, he wasn’t there to help her. He was there to help Shadowman keep her in line.

  Nathan real
ly was her only ally, even if the personal side of the equation was currently a disaster.

  She walked to the door then hunched her shoulders. Shadowman was at her heels.

  “Eddy’s here. Leave me alone!” she snapped at the fallen guardian.

  For once, the creature listened to her. The oppressive presence dissipated.

  Kaylee released a breath and rolled her shoulders back.

  Eddy was watching her closely from a few feet down the sidewalk.

  “I can’t breathe when he’s around,” she muttered.

  “Did he leave?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s true then that you can talk to one another?”

  She nodded.

  “That’s incredible,” he said. “What does he say about me?”

  “Um, nothing yet,” she replied. “He doesn’t talk much.”

  “Is it like communicating with other demons and angels? You just know his response?”

  “Is that how it works?” she asked, walking with him towards the car.

  “Yeah. Usually. It’s like how sometimes you suddenly know something you didn’t know before. Like where to find something or how to do something. You know what I mean?”

  “Hmm. Maybe.”

  “They work the same. They plant thoughts in your head,” he explained.

  “If you tell me I should be wearing a tinfoil hat …”

  Eddy laughed. “No. Try it. Ask him something out loud. The first response that comes to your mind is his answer.”

  “This is bizarre,” she said. She got into the passenger seat, not wanting to think about Shadowman having any sort of access to her mind.

  “Try it!” Eddy sounded excited. He got in and closed his door, starting the car. “Ask him something only he should know. Like … how many people were in the office building yesterday.”

  She considered. “Actually, I’ve got a better question. I just … ask him?”

  Eddy nodded and waited.

  “How did Mike die?” she asked into thin air then braced herself for the answer.

  An image of a pretty woman with bright blue eyes and dishwater blonde hair filled her mind. She saw the woman sneak up behind Mike in the parking garage, wrap a wire around his neck then choke him to death and push him into the trunk of his car.

  “Oh,” she murmured. “It wasn’t Shadowman.”

  “Who is Mike?”

  “My old boss.”

  Eddy smiled then laughed. “How I’ve dreamed about taking out my boss.”

  “You’re an assassin,” she said, puzzled. “You couldn’t make that happen?”

  “It’s not like on TV,” he said with a snort. “You know how hard it is to make it so no one sees you coming, commit the act, and then leave? You have to make it so that no one misses you for the time you’re doing it, so you have an alibi, in case the worst happens one day and you’re a suspect.” He shook his head. “Not easy. Besides, I only use my skills for certain evil.”

  “The more I learn, the worse things get.”

  “So he told you how he killed Mike?”

  “He showed me,” she answered. “Maybe he only talks to me when he’s in his human form.”

  “He has one of those?”

  “Yeah.” She looked at him. “How did he tell you to find me?”

  “Through one of our rites,” he replied. “I was deep in a trance when I saw a vision of you here. I knew I had to find you.”

  “That’s it?”

  “It’s not my first rodeo,” he assured her. “I know the difference between a hallucinogenic vision and when the demons are talking to me.” He pulled out onto the main road leading to the house.

  Her phone vibrated again. Overwhelmed by the bizarre exchange with Eddy, she pulled out her cell.

  Tell me if he moves you away from the house. I’ll find you.

  She shook her head texted him back quickly. No. This guy is dangerous.

  “Nathan?” Eddy asked.

  Kaylee glanced at him then down to read Nathan’s response.

  So am I.

  Eddy snatched the phone from her and rolled down his window. He tossed it out into oncoming traffic. Kaylee twisted in time to see a car run it over.

  “Problem solved,” Eddy said. “He won’t make you cry anymore, right?”

  “That’s one way to look at it,” she said.

  “You’re pretty cool, Kaylee.” Eddy was satisfied, his cheerful appearance offset by the wariness of his restless gaze.

  She sat back in her seat. Her courage began to crumble again. Like yesterday, she couldn’t stop the tears. She cried quietly for a moment.

  Eddy pulled into the parking lot of a Starbucks and waited. He tapped the steering wheel, gaze going to her.

  “Okay. This is awkward,” he said. “If you’re upset because I threw your phone out the window, then I’m sorry.”

  “No,” she replied, regaining her composure. “I just … Nathan makes my head want to explode. I just want to strangle him and then sometimes, I just want him to kiss me.”

  “Ah. One of those situations,” Eddy said. “In that case, if I let you call him whenever you want, will you stop crying? I just need to be able to monitor what you say to him, in case there’s some escape plan hatching. We straight?”

  She nodded. Nathan was the last person she thought she’d want to talk to but the only one she could think of who made the supernatural nightmare she’d entered a little less scary.

  Eddy pulled out his phone and dialed then handed it to her. Kaylee swallowed her tears.

  “Nathan.” His low voice was clipped.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “Are you okay?” The edge disappeared. “What happened? Did he hurt you?”

  “I’m fine.” She glanced at Eddy. “He’s being nice. I’m just a little overwhelmed.”

  Eddy gave her the thumbs-up sign.

  “I’m sorry for earlier,” she said.

  “It’s not your fault, Kaylee,” Nathan replied softly. “We need to get through this. When it’s over, we’ll talk about last night.”

  That doesn’t sound promising.

  “You should stay away, Nathan,” she told him. “Shadowman and Eddy aren’t going to let you near me anyway.”

  “I’m coming for you, sweetheart. I don’t care who or what gets in my way. They can’t stop me anyway.”

  “You’re such an arrogant asshole.”

  “I hear that a lot. Must be a turn on to be around someone who’s always right. Makes women drop like flies around me.”

  “Oh, really? You’re wrong about a few things,” she retorted. “First, Shadowman didn’t kill Mike. A blonde with blue eyes did! Second, it’s not being an asshole that makes women fall at your feet. It’s your twelve inch dick! That’s all you have going for you, Nathan, because your people skills suck!”

  “Ten and a half, but thanks for the boost.”

  “Third, I swear to god, if you think I’m going to fall at your feet or if call me sweetheart one more time, I will use the knife Eddy gave me on you.”

  “You don’t have it in you,” he replied, laughing.

  She hung up on him.

  “That’s not a healthy relationship,” Eddy said, accepting the phone back. “Does he really have a twelve inch dick?”

  “Ten and a half.” She wiped her face, furious enough to shake. “I don’t want to talk to him anymore. Remind me of that if I ask again or if he calls me.”

  “Yeah, sure,” Eddy replied. “You want to talk about it?”

  “No, I don’t.” She opened the car door and got out. She wiped her eyes. “I want this to be over.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible. You might as well get used to me and Shadowman.” Eddy held the door open for her.

  “Why are you so happy?”

  “Because I love my job.”

  “That’s just … insane.”

  The happy, Satan-worshipping assassin went to the counter to order them coffee. Strung
out on emotion, Kaylee sat down in a corner.

  Her skin smelled of Nathan. It was killing her. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms again, even if he was the biggest asshole she’d ever met in her entire life.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Nathan winged his phone across the room. It smacked into the wall and clattered to the ground. He faced the blank wall, fuming.

  “Dude. Take the meltdown outside,” Maggy snapped.

  “I can’t think straight,” he returned. “I need to go.”

  “Nathan!”

  He turned to gaze at her. She, Jordan and Randy were seated in the garage, planning how to address the Kaylee issue.

  “We’ve almost got a plan. Just chill,” Maggy said.

  “I work better alone, Mags. Sorry.” He snatched his jacket and left, slamming the side door leading out of the garage. The tears in Kaylee’s voice bothered him in a way he didn’t expect them to.

  Worse – he already felt guilty about killing her and hadn’t even done it yet. He’d never failed in a mission and he was having a whole lot of doubts about this one.

  “Nathan!” Maggy followed. “Would you stop?”

  He did and breathed deeply.

  “What is wrong with you?” she demanded, moving to face him.

  “You really have to ask?” he replied.

  “Yes. And no. I know about Zyra appearing and this mess with Kaylee. You can handle this. You’ve handled worse. Just suck it up and focus.”

  Nathan clasped his hands on top of his head, struggling not to just walk away.

  “Do you know where you’re going?” Maggy asked.

  “To fix this.”

  “You can’t, Nathan, not without us.”

  He bit back his words.

  “This plan is your idea. You can’t run out on it!”

  “I’m not running out,” he replied through clenched teeth. “I’m going to get Kaylee.”

  “You’re going to fuck up any chance we have of making this work.”

  Some part of him knew she was right. He dropped his arms, forcing himself to calm down.

  “You’re the most dedicated guide I know. What is with you?”

  Nathan gazed into space for a moment. “I treat every case the same. I’m having a hard time doing that this time.”

  “Oh, so you do have emotions.” Maggy rolled her eyes. “First gens and every other incarnated angel love you, because they see that part of you that you refuse to. You put this thick shell around you, but you’re the only one fooled by it. You know what?”