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waiting. Plus, he wanted to see where they lived and he needed to get a feel for the place anyway. 
    “Ready to take a joy ride?”
    “Nike said you’d be calling soon.” Benny sighed. “Can you pick me up? I’ve got something I have to finish up.”
    Thorne could hear Nike’s deep breathing over the line. 
    “Yeah, I’ll be there in thirty minutes, lover boy.” 
    Benny’s phone fell to the floor, and all Thorne could hear was the sound of items crashing to the ground. Thorne clicked off the phone, went to slide it into his jeans, and realized he was still in his pajama bottoms. Not in the mood to even deal with changing, he used his power to switch out his clothing before he exited his apartment and into the garage. 
    As he drove down the highway, memories of his dead wife swam through his head. She’d been his everything. 
    Gods, the early days with Laurie had been so full of life and happiness. Somehow she’d made him believe there was good inside of him after a lifetime of hearing he was a lesser being from everyone in The Realm. Those years with her had been the best years of his very long life. 
    Many years ago he’d given up the hope of any semblance of real happiness after she passed on. Sure he enjoyed his time with the crew from The Sicarii, but he’d pretty much just been going through the motions of making it through the day. 
    When she’d died … for the first time in his life he’d understood what it felt to be profoundly human. Sure he’d known physical pain—even humiliation and rage—but her death had unleashed an emotional anguish that he wasn’t even aware he was capable of feeling. He could still picture himself opening the door to their home, holding a bottle of wine and Chinese take-out. 
    At first he’d thought she was sleeping. Until he saw the note. 
    The note she’d left him was short and to the point. I’m sorry, Thorne . 
    Three fucking words was all she left him before she overdosed on heroine. 
    As powerful as he was, he couldn’t bring her back from the dead. Oh, he had tried, but to no avail. 
    Since her death he’d become even more careless, and his don’t give a fuck attitude  personality was even more amplified. 
    And now she was back. 
    Someone blared their horn and Thorne glanced over to see some little prick flipping him off. He must have cut the imbecile off when he was lost in his thoughts. Any other day Thorne would have followed the jackass and scared him a little, but today he had more pressing matters to deal with … such as killing the husband of the woman he’d once loved. And hopefully could love again. 
    His car rolled to a stop in front of Benny’s place. 
    Send Benny out. Because Benny wasn’t from the same realm as him they weren’t able to speak through their minds, and he didn’t feel like dealing with his cell phone. 
    I’m coming with you, Nike replied. 
    Only when he felt his jaw aching did he realize it was clenched. Thorne drew a breath, trying to hold onto his patience. Haven’t you heard three’s a crowd?
    He groaned when both Nike and Benny walked out the front door, knowing there was no arguing with the goddess. What a pain in the ass she was turning out to be. He liked her better as a cat. 
    “I’m sitting in the front seat,” Nike yelled out.
    Grinning, Benny opened the door and climbed into the backseat. Nike slammed the door shut with a thud. 
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Thorne grumbled under his breath. 
    Nike shot him a look. “You never know. I might come in handy.” 
    Benny spouted directions and they took off down the road. Nike chattered away while Thorne ignored her. He had too many things on his mind. Like how he was going to be rid of the daemon. 
    Suddenly, it hit him. “Do you think Kataya could do a spell to banish him?”
    Both Benny and Nike went silent. Finally Nike spoke, breaking the silence. “You know, that could actually work. Of course we’d have to get her to