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dried the glass and put it back in the cupboard. Her soft moan came right through the bathroom door, and his entire body buzzed with desire. He wanted to hold her, to feel her moan against his lips.
    Damn it . Now he couldn’t unhear it.
    As soon as this case was finished, he needed to get laid. Tegan Ashton was a client, not a potential date. Not that he really dated. One-night stands were more his thing. If demon slaying had taught him anything, it was that caring about anyone put that person in danger. Choosing not to care was his only defense.
    Adjusting himself in his jeans, he opened the window, hoping fresh air might help distance him from temptation. Or at least distract him from his thoughts about Tegan being so close by. Naked.
    Shaking his head, he pulled in a long, slow breath of the ocean air and frowned. He took another breath through his nose then grimaced. Sulfur, rotten eggs. Demons.
    Gabe slid his cell phone into his pocket, and grabbed his keys and his coat. He pulled a business card out and wrote on the back. “I’m at the car. Stay inside.”
    He hustled down the stairs and out the main entrance to her dojo. When he got to his car, he scanned the empty lot and opened the trunk. The inside of the Mustang’s trunk was outfitted with everything a slayer may need. He had wooden stakes, a scythe, a custom crossbow, and three different size battle-axes, and a katana rested diagonally in a special stand. The other side of the trunk had compartments holding decanters of holy water and daggers, and a spiked flail was clipped to the back panel right below the lock.
    Taking another whiff, he cast a wary glance at the door to Tegan’s dojo. This was definitely the scent of a lesser demon. The stench was too faint for anything higher ranking. The more powerful demons had a stench that made paper-pulp mills smell like fabric softener.
    With any luck he could find it and finish the fight before Tegan was done with her shower.
    But relying on luck was like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
    He yanked out the crossbow, slipping the strap over his shoulder like an electric guitar. The midsize battle-axe came out next. He slid the handle between his belt and his jeans and reached up to close the trunk when a hissing sound came from behind. A Viri demon. It had to be.
    “Gabriel,” it whispered.
    “Only my mother gets to call me that.” Gabe wheeled around, drawing his battle-axe like a gunslinger’s pistol. The Viri demon lurched forward on two legs, his orange reptilian eyes glinting in the morning light. Although his skin appeared flesh-colored, scales covered his entire body. Viri demons had some chameleon abilities, but up close the disguise melted away. He’d kill the disgusting scaled thing, but he needed some intel first.
    The demon’s words lisped past thin lips. “My master searches for his mate.” He flicked out his black forked tongue as he sucked in a breath. His eyes rolled back before meeting Gabe’s gaze again. “You reek of her.”
    “You can’t possibly smell anything other than yourself.” He passed the handle of the battle-axe back and forth between his hands, keeping the demon focused on the weapon. “Who is this master you work for? Maybe I’ve seen his mate around.”
    He glanced at the empty doorway. Please let her see my note and stay inside.
    The demon stretched his neck up and out, elongating it like a snake while his head swooped back and forth, following the ax’s movements.
    “He knows you, slayer.” He hissed, exposing sharpened fangs dripping in demon saliva. “And he knows you have her.”
    “You’re full of shit.” Gabe lunged forward, burying the sharp edge of his battle-axe in the demon’s chest. He yanked it free, hoping to land another blow, but the demon staggered back, retreating. Green blood oozed through its shirt, and Gabe reached for his crossbow. The demon stared down at his wound, growled, and then charged with fangs bared. Gabe nailed him