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that you do, and I don’t care that you don’t. Save the world from the apocalypse, but can you please just stop being a jerk? I didn’t do anything to you.”
    His brow winged up, and his laugh had a bitter twist. He got out of the car and looked at her over the roof. “If you say so, sunshine.”
    For a moment he thought she was going to come over the roof after him. “Don’t call me that.” Her voice went into a scary monotone. “Don’t you ever call me that.”
    “Where are we?” He changed the subject because he really didn’t want her finding out who he was. This could get real bad real fast if she did. Damn Felix.
    “My apartment building. Isn’t it pretty?” Her grin was so plastic she could have been recycled.
    He looked at the run-down building. Twenty years of dirt covered the cracking stone walls, and mortar was missing. The building sign hung on one nail to the side and swayed in the faint breeze. “You live here?” Hell, he’d had a better place when he was on his own at sixteen.
    “I don’t hold jobs very well, and I quit my last one last night.” Good thing he was already dead or the venom in her words would have killed him.
    “Why?” And then he winced because at this point he really should have known better.
    “Um, how about so that when I went missing no one would care?”
    “Missing? What the hell are you—”
    “Hello? A ghost kidnapping me. Or did you suddenly come back to life and decide you weren’t going to cart me off to save the world?”
    He was looking like the ass again, and he didn’t like it at all. He snarled at her. “Let’s get you inside. Vampires aren’t the only thing you need to worry about.”
    “No shit, Sherlock,” she bit out as she headed for the door with her backpack. “Demons are some pretty freaky things, aren’t they?”
    His blood vessels iced. “You’ve fought demons before?”
    She looked over her shoulder and smirked at him. “Yeah. Funny that, huh? Come on. I’m hungry.” She walked right into the building without having to unlock any doors.
    “Holy hell, woman, this place is not safe.” He glared at her as they walked down the hall to get to her first-floor apartment.
    “It isn’t?” Sarcasm twisted her infinitely kissable mouth. “Jeez, Wraith, I would have never guessed if you hadn’t pointed it out.”
    “Don’t be a bitch about it.”
    She flipped him off and stopped at her apartment. She peeked behind her at the door across the hall. Then she was frantically trying to get her door open. “Stupid stuck lock,” she growled at the door. “Open.” She turned around and grinned when Peggy’s door swung open and Peggy stepped out, with an umbrella in hand and the tiny menace she called a dog yapping at her feet. Bryna moved in front of him and caught the umbrella before it could hit him in the chest. “Hi, Peggy. You were right. My boyfriend is back, and I’m in trouble. As it turns out, he’s not happy with the guys I’ve been seeing while he’s been away. We were out talking last night for hours.”
    Peggy’s face scrunched up with suspicion. She jerked her umbrella out of Bryna’s hold and tried to poke Vincent with it, but he moved. “You better look worse than what you really are,” she warned in her frail voice. “Without Bryna here there are a lot of us who’d—”
    “That’s enough,” Bryna said quickly and started shoving Vincent toward the door of her apartment. “Um, Wraith and I have a lot to catch up on. Thanks for your concern. If Darby gives you any problems, please don’t hesitate to call. Thanks.” She shoved him hard and glared up at him. “Move, damn you!”
    His brow quirked up in amusement. What the hell was she trying to hide now? He moved into her apartment and closed the door behind her. “What do you do for the elderly people of this building?”
    She dropped her bag by the door and headed into the kitchen. “I make sure they have rent control.”
    He moved through the