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    if I knew how to drive, huh?"
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    Her eyes widened as she looked at the man
    beside her. "I hope you're joking."
    "Not really," he said as he clipped the fender
    on a parked car.
    Simone didn't know what horrified her most. The
    man beside her or what her insurance rates would
    be if he didn't stop hitting things. "Watch
    out!" she screamed as he headed for another truck.
    He swerved a heartbeat before it would have
    plowed into them.
    By the time he turned into an alley and slammed
    on the brakes hard enough to put a bruise on her
    shoulder from the seat belt, she was ready to jump
    out of the car and take a chance on the road
    rather than die in a twisted heap of burning
    metal.
    The man turned in the seat to look at her. With
    near perfect features, he was ruggedly handsome.
    Blue eyes showed intelligence, if not kindness. He
    had one muscular arm braced on the dash and the
    other on the seat. He would be gorgeous if he
    wasn't so frightening. "I have no idea what I'm
    doing. Given that, I think I should surrender this
    thing to someone who knows how to properly operate
    it."Simone gulped for air as she tried to get her
    heart to stop pounding. She pried her grip loose
    from the door handle. "Who the hell are you?"
    He glanced at the bracelet on his wrist, then
    snatched at it as if trying to jerk it off.
    "Xypher, and you are?"
    "Pissed off. You wrecked my car, shoved me
    around, and are a complete and utter dickhead!"
    "Dear God," he said dryly, "what a mouthful—
    your mom must have really wanted a son. Mind if I
    call you 'Pissed' for short? The rest of that is
    just too much to say every time I want your
    attention."
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    Jesse laughed from the backseat.
    Simone glared at him.
    Jesse at least had the good grace to look
    contrite. "Sorry, but you should be in my shoes.
    You two are hysterical."
    "Careful, ghost-boy, or I'll summon a Daimon
    and feed you to it."
    Simone was stunned. "You can hear him?"
    Xypher gave her a blank stare before he replied
    dryly, "Can't you?" "Yes. But no one else has
    ever heard him before."
    "Guess you're not so special after all, huh?"
    She screwed her face up at him. "You are so
    rude."
    "No shit, human." He started tearing at the
    bracelet with his teeth.
    She cringed at the sound of enamel on metal.
    She hated to hear teeth scrape like that. "What
    are you doing?"
    He let out a frustrated sigh before he went
    back to pulling at the bracelet. "You have no idea
    what happened to us just now, do you?"
    "Aside from being assaulted by you and a group
    of the damned, is there something else I should
    know?"
    He held her arm up to show her the bracelet
    that matched his. "Yeah. Since both of us are
    wearing these I'm going to take a wild guess that
    they bind us together somehow. 'Cause, let's face
    it, the Daimons don't usually tag you before they
    bite. They're not Marlin Perkins out to study us."
    Simone looked down at her arm as a bad feeling
    went through her. "What are you saying?" She
    actually knew, but she wanted to hear it from him
    before she was willing to believe it.
    "I'm saying that if I were you, I wouldn't get
    too far away from me until we figure out what
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    exactly these are and what they do. Knowing the
    gods as I do, I'm sure we're fucked somehow."
    Knowing the gods . . .
    Oh, this was going from bad to worse. "What are
    you?" she asked, terrified of what answer he might
    give her.
    His look was as cold as the wind outside.
    "Don't ask questions you don't really want
    answered."
    "Um, guys . . ." Jesse said, interrupting them.
    "The Daimons have a car and they're coming after
    us."Xypher cursed.
    In the blink of an eye, Simone went from the
    passenger side to the driver's.
    Xypher was now in her seat. "Can you get us out
    of here?"
    She should probably question what had just
    happened, but given the fact that one of her best
    friends was a ghost and the other worked for
    immortal vampire slayers, she was used to the
    unusual on a daily basis. What mattered