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the death as painful as
    possible.
    Simone couldn't move at the frightening sight.
    At least seven feet tall, the Daimon actually
    laughed and exposed his long sharp fangs at the
    dark-haired man an instant before he attacked him.
    Fists and kicks were flying faster than she
    could follow. Apparently no braver than
    schoolgirls, the other three Daimons ran toward
    the street to get away from the combatants.
    Simone stumbled away as the Daimon knocked the
    man against the wall. The man let out a huff as he
    collided with the stone. The Daimon landed a punch
    against his jaw so solid that she could feel it
    herself.
    The man took it with a grimace before he headbutted
    the Daimon, who staggered back. But the
    Daimon didn't go far before he reached into his
    coat and pulled out a large gold bracelet. He
    snapped it around the man's wrist.
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    The man hissed as if the bracelet burned his
    skin. The Daimon kicked him back, then turned to
    her.This would be a good time to take the man's
    advice and run like hell.
    Simone didn't know what the Daimon intended,
    but whatever it was, it boded rotten for her. She
    ran for the street. The Daimon caught her and
    slung her to the ground. She scrambled to get
    away, but he was inhumanly strong and much faster
    than she was.
    He grabbed her arm and shoved her over onto her
    back. She tried to kick him. It didn't work. He
    pushed her sleeve back to expose her forearm.
    Rather than bite her, he snapped another
    bracelet onto her wrist. Pain tore through her arm
    with such ferocity that she wouldn't have been
    surprised to see her arm shredded.
    She struggled to breathe for the pain of it.
    Meanwhile the Daimon laughed at the tears that
    gathered in her eyes. He smiled evilly. "Time for
    you to die, human."
    Before he could carry out his promise, Jesse
    picked up her toolbox and hit him across the back.
    The Daimon turned on him with a hiss made rabid by
    his razor–sharp fangs and lunged.
    One heartbeat later, the stranger was there,
    pulling her off the ground and shoving her toward
    the street. "Move your ass."
    "What do you think I was doing?"
    "Picking your nose." He paused to sling his
    hand out at the Daimon after them. The leatherclad
    Daimon recoiled as if something invisible had
    blasted him.
    An instant later, that same invisible force
    slammed into her and sent her flying. She landed
    on the ground with a thud so hard, it knocked the
    wind from her lungs.
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    "Breathe, Sim, breathe," Jesse said as he
    appeared beside her. He grabbed the keys from her
    pocket and put them in her hand. "Now get your
    butt up!" He ran to her car and opened the door
    for her.
    Simone followed him as fast as she could. As
    she got in, someone shoved her from behind. She
    looked back to see the dark-haired stranger. He
    pushed her into the passenger seat and climbed
    into the car after her.
    Even more surprising than that, he glared at
    Jesse, who was still outside. "Get in, ghost-boy,
    or get eaten. I don't care which and I'm not
    waiting."
    Something struck the car.
    Turning to look out, Simone gasped at the sight
    of the leather-clad Daimon perched like a giant
    ornament on her white hood. He moved to punch the
    windshield. The man beside her gunned the engine
    and knocked the Daimon face first into the glass
    before he slammed on the brakes and sent him
    flying from the hood.
    The man jerked the wheel and sent the car
    careening into traffic, over the median. Tires
    squealed. Cars crashed around them as horns began
    blaring.
    Simone crossed herself and prayed as she
    watched headlights coming at them, fast and
    furi ous. Her hands shaking from fright, she
    buckled herself in while Jesse screamed out like a
    terrified child in the backseat. As if he could
    die.The man snatched the wheel an instant before
    they would have hit a dump truck head-on, and sent
    the car back into the correct lane. Still, cars
    around them slammed on brakes and swerved to get
    out of their way. "This would probably be