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cleansing through his body. “Get Nigel out of here.”
    “On it.” Jarvis swung the twitching warrior over his shoulder and sprinted toward the door.
    Christian was less than twenty feet away, and he was staggering now that Nigel wasn’t there to protect against the body slams. Bright purple blood seeped out from his scales. “I think I’m going to be a cat person after this.”
    “Cats aren’t manly.” Blaine’s body was shaking now with the effort of holding up the shield while using half his fire for soap duty to keep the toxins out.
    “Neither is flower arranging, but I find it soothing.” Christian reached Blaine. “What’s the magic word?”
    Blaine grinned. “Freedom.” They were inches from it. Once they made it through that door, they were home free.
    Christian’s eyes flashed with hope. “Freedom,” he repeated, his voice almost reverent.
    “Let’s do it.” Blaine raised his arm and allowed a small window to form in the flames.
    Christian dove through it, and then Blaine filled it in.
    Taking advantage of Blaine’s distraction and his weakening shield, another schnoodemgon hit hard, and his claws raked across Blaine’s chest before it turned to toast. The gashes burned with cold, and Blaine looked down. The slashes had turned ice blue, and water was dripping from the wound. How about that, huh? It hadn’t been acid oozing from their claws. It had been water.
    Fire didn’t play well with Poland Spring’s finest, and neither did Blaine. An enema of ice water in his veins was freaking brilliant. Damn the bitch for being such a visionary killer.
    His fire shield flickered, and then it was out.

Chapter 3
    “Get down!” Elijah reached the table, grabbed Trinity by the back of the neck, and flung her under the table so hard she crashed into the center table leg and split it with a loud crack. She rolled onto her side, biting her lip against the pain shooting through her shoulder. Oy. Shouldn’t at least some of her dad’s strength be dissipating now that he was almost three hundred years old?
    Reina’s head popped down beneath the table. Her eyes danced with delight. “I smell death! Someone’s going to die!”
    “Really?” Oh, man. Trinity scrambled to her knees. Possible shoulder dislocation was so trumped by dead people.
    “We need to get her out of here,” Elijah said. “Reina! Get up here!”
    “Oh…” Reina’s smile faded. “I really hope it’s not you that’s going to kill someone.” She disappeared from view, leaving only knobby knees and a short hemline behind.
    “Thanks for that support.” Trinity threw the linen tablecloth out of her way and crawled out.
    Her six foot six father was standing on her chair, spinning in circles as he scanned the restaurant.
    Trinity rubbed her shoulder and tested her range of motion. Definite Ow! factor, but full mobility was a good thing. “What are you looking for?”
    “Martin Lockfeed.”
    Trinity froze mid-rotation. “ What? ”
    Reina grabbed Trinity’s uninjured arm and pulled her to her feet. “Who’s Martin Lockfeed?”
    “My first kiss.” Her first love. Only the fact that he’d moved away right after the smooch, before she’d realized she’d loved him, had kept him alive. At age fifteen, it took a bit to discern the difference between thinking a boy had cooties and being in love. But once he’d left… she’d sure figured out her feelings for him. She’d spent more than a few hours on the Internet trying to find him, and she’d never forgotten him.
    Elijah wiped a clump of gray clay on his jeans. “Martin’s here.”
    “What?” Trinity’s mouth went dry. “How do you know?”
    Her dad shot her an impatient glance. “I drank his blood so I could track him. What do you think?”
    Trinity blinked. “But drinking human blood is illegal.”
    “So is murder.” Her dad went back to surveying the room. “Your mom and I spent a lot of money to get his family relocated so quickly, but I didn’t trust the