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mirror. His big hand palmed the top of
    her head and shoved her down, making her slump in the seat. When shards from the mirror speared at her window, she shrieked. All around them, the glass shattered; he gave a roar of pain. Cracks forked out over the windshield before
    it exploded as well, raining glass chips against them. “Mind the shrieks, pet!” “How did I do that?” she cried, frenziedly brushing glass off herself. “Nature of the beast,” he grated. “Valkyrie shrieks crack glass.
    Lesson learned, yeah?” When she spied blood trickling from his ear, she bit her lip and brushed glass off him as well. He seemed shocked by her care. “Now, there’s a sweet halfling. But a little lower and to the right would
    be sweeter—” “Watch out!” The trail was gone. Murky black water covered at least a three-meter-long span of it. “Hold on!” He yanked her upright, his arm crossing over her again. “Why are we going faster toward it?” “So we don’t bog down!” he said just before they hit. She flew against his arm once more.
    With the windshield gone, water sprayed over the hood, shooting against their faces.
    The front of the truck dove down. Water poured into the cab. Mud, lily pads, and several crayfish were scooped up as though with a net. The engine roared with effort as they chugged through to the other side.
    Back on semisolid ground, Cadeon shook his hair out like a beast. “I can’t fuckin’ believe we just made that!”
    Holly dragged her soaked hair from her eyes, then swiped the end of the shirtsleeve over her wet face, clearing the spattering of blood from earlier.
    He grinned at her. She gaped at him. Headlights on their trail again. Those vampires were dogged. They must think that the demons had already had their way with her. They couldn’t risk that all good or all evil would be in the form of a demon. “Bugger me.”
    She shrieked again. “The language? Is that it? ’Cause—” Like a shot, Holly launched herself into his lap, whimpering. He swallowed, intensely aware that she had her knees spread over his groin and wore nothing under the
    shirt. At any other time, he’d be loving their position, might have manufactured a scenario to get her just like this. But he could barely see around her bobbing head. “It’s only crayfish!”
    “N-no, not only—” The truck dived sharply into a gulch before rearing up. Then down into another and another. Cade grabbed for her waist; she listed to the side. “Watch your knee with the goolies, pet—”
    He’d cupped her between her thighs. As he felt her soft flesh, giving and hot again his palm, he growled low. The engine was clamoring, the
    truck bouncing, and they still met eyes. Hers grew wide as she shoved his hand away. But she still didn’t get off him. “Not only crayfish!” she cried. “Then what is it?” he snapped. “Th-that!” She pointed down to the sloshing pool of water covering the floorboard. A small water moccasin was along for the ride, swimming dazedly among the crushed Red Bull cans,
    looking as freaked out as she was.
    Cade dared a quick snatch for it, but it slithered under the seat. He’d never thought he’d say this, but…“Off me, Holly. Back to your seat. Just keep your legs up.” She shook her head. “Not until it’s gone!” “Then you’re going to have to drive.” “Okay,” she said shakily, taking the wheel as he edged under her. His hand shot under the bench. “Come here, you little fuck.” “Cadeon!”
    “Ah, come on, halfling!” The truck began to slow. He jerked upright, facing backward, and was blinded by the nearing headlights. “What in the bloody hell are you doing?” he barked at her.
    “Something moved in the water down there!” “Holly, you slam that pedal down or you die! Clear?” With a visible shudder, she stretched her leg far down, barely reaching the pedal, tamping it down with her toes. Each time she was jounced in the seat, the gas let off, but she doggedly