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hated Felix. At this moment, he hated that bastard more than dying. There may or may not be some kind of apocalypse needing to be thwarted here. This was probably just some elaborate scheme to get him to face Bryna. Damn the man. This sucked. He hated thinking he made a wrong assessment. Innocent people died when he did that, and it had been more than a century since he’d made those kinds of colossal mistakes. “Yeah. I know him.”
    “Is he…” She shook her head. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
    “Know what?”
    “Where are we going?” she countered.
    “I have no idea.” His tone went softer. “I’m just supposed to keep you alive so the apocalypse doesn’t happen.”
    She turned after the stop sign. “Maybe I should just take you home.” She gave a half-grin. “That is, if Peggy doesn’t try to attack you with her umbrella. I think you scared her yesterday.” She bit her lip and then let out a long sigh. “You really can’t kill me?”
    His brain twitched. “You want to die?”
    She drove to the next turn a mile down the road before she responded. “Yes. No. I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right that I am alive and he isn’t. You know?”
    “Yeah.” His tone went even softer.
    Her head cocked to look at him when they got to a stop sign. “You sound familiar. Like I should know your voice.”
    His face twisted. “You should, or at least, you used to know it.”
    She stopped in the middle of a side street and looked at him. “Are you dead?”
    “Yes.”
    Her back went straight as she started driving again. “Okay. Am I dead?”
    “No.”
    “You’re not helpful. What the hell is going on?” she snapped at him.
    “I’ve already told you—”
    “Yeah, yeah, I can’t die or the apocalypse happens. Great. Just want I wanted.” She slumped in her seat and almost missed stopping at the red light. The tires squealed, and she cursed softly under her breath. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
    That was so Bryna. It had been adorable then, and now…It made his chest hurt. “Maybe you should pay attention to driving.”
    She glared at him and snapped her mouth shut for the remainder of the trip to her home. He’d wondered about that from time to time. Felix hadn’t allowed him to find anything out about her, even when he’d been allowed to find out his mother had also been a time walker. He said it could sabotage the mission, and before, he’d handed Vincent a line of crap about needing to come to terms with his own death. He was beginning to wonder if the terms he’d come to were the right ones.
    Bryna was one fucked-up chick. He faced demons and monsters and vampires and all kinds of crazy scary shit, but none of them quite hit the fear factor in the way she was doing right now. Marks were usually easy to protect. They wanted to live and actively helped in their own survival. He wasn’t sure Bryna was going to help him. His stomach lurched, and he had to fight to keep from getting sick. Goddamn it! She’d killed him, and she didn’t even bother denying it. Even the guilty could feel guilt, so why the hell did he feel like a huge bastard for rubbing it in? He clenched his hands into fists at his side.
    “Dude!” she snapped at him. “You’re shaking my car.”
    He forced his muscles to relax. The power inside a time walker could cause an external physical reaction at times of high emotion. Bryna wanting to die played all kinds of hell on his system. He’d have to watch it, or he’d shake the beat-up old sedan to pieces. “Sorry to inconvenience you with having to live.”
    She whipped into the parking lot of a grungy-looking building and parked in the space furthest from the door. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel for a full minute before she turned and glared at him. “It comes and goes. Today is Vincent’s birthday, and that makes me particularly neurotic. I help people. Did you know that? Do you care?” She got out of the car. “No. I don’t think