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  “What are you running from?” he asked quietly.

  Her first attempt to speak failed miserably as she stood frozen, mouth gaping, staring into eyes so close she could see the tiny gold flecks within them.

  Her dad’s words burned through her mind. Don’t ever let anyone discover what you are.

  “Not running. Just busy.” She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Working.”

  “Bullshit. It’s been quiet over at Argos lately, fewer hits.” His gaze swept over her shoulder at something she couldn’t see.

  Curious, she started to turn around, but Levi’s lips brushed against hers, passionate and demanding. He brought one hand up to just below her ear, while the other drifted to her hip. Warmth radiated from his touch, slowly spreading through her. Cary softened against him, and her heart fluttered, remembering their time together in Detroit. Lost in a savage kiss that promised so much more, she stifled a rising moan, and the sensation of her skin against his fingertips weakened her resolve.

  He broke their kiss suddenly, backed away with a wicked grin, and vanished into the masses.

  Cary’s knees wobbled as she reclined against the railing. Images from their previous times together came flooding back. The time he offered her a place to stay when she got kicked out her apartment, him teaching her to use the demon lasso he favored, and the times she’d fallen into his arms—too many to count.

  But it didn’t change the cold hard facts: Cambions should never date demon hunters. At best, he’d despise her; at worst, she’d end up at the gates of Hell.

  Then reality hit her hard, along with the distinctive smell, and she spun around, inhaling sharply. In the far corner of the dance floor was the gleam of silver she’d been searching for before Levi showed up. The jumper was threading his way toward the exit.

  Levi rushed into the horde of dancers, towering above most of them, as he shoved his way through the dance floor. He seemed to ignore a guy who pushed him back, focused on one thing: his target.

  Damn, Levi was playing dirty! Fire coursed through Cary’s veins as she sprinted down the stairs in time to spot him leaving the dance floor, chasing the possessed man.

  Such a huge payment for this job could have meant this jumper shouldn’t be handled alone. She might have let him help, but without her, Levi could get himself killed. Or worse, possessed.

  Besides, lover, Cary thought as she ran after him, this time the demon stone was hers.

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