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soul.” Sometimes his voice helped me quiet my bean sidhe wail, but that’s not what this was. Not even close. “I hate losing control. It’s like falling off a cliff in slow motion.” Or being sedated. “And that’s not what I came in here for,” I insisted, waving one hand at the bed.
    Nash scowled, and that tremendous, irresistible false calm deserted me, leaving only the chill of its sudden absence and his obvious irritation. “How am I supposed to know that? I wake up and you’re in my bedroom with the door closed. What was I supposed to think? That you want to play Scrabble?”
    “I…” I frowned, unsure how to finish that thought. Had I sent him some kind of signal? Was I wearing my “I’m done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me” T-shirt? “Your mom’s in the other room!”
    “Whatever.” He sighed and pulled me closer by one hand.
    “Forgive me?”
    “Only if you promise to play nice.”
    “I swear. So, what’s up?” He leaned back on a pillow propped against his headboard, hands linked behind his skull, putting himself on display in case I changed my mind.
    “You said you’d give me a ride.”
    His eyes swirled with mischief, and my cheeks blazed when I realized what I’d said. “Um…you’re the one who said no.”
    “A ride to work. ” I’d just discovered the cause of spontaneous combustion. Surely I’d burst into flames any moment.
    “I guess I could do that, too.”
    “I’m serious!” But not too serious to let my gaze wander. After all, I was being invited to look… “I need a lift to work, and I was hoping we could make a stop first.”
    “Where?”
    I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Doug Fuller’s.”
    “Kaylee…” he began, and I could already hear the protest forming. He sat up and I let one leg hang off the bed. “Whatever Fuller’s into is none of our business.”
    “He’s taking Demon’s Breath, ” I whispered with a nervous glance at the closed door, hoping his mother was still in the kitchen. “How is that none of our business?”
    “It has nothing to do with us.” He stood and snatched a shirt from the back of his desk chair.
    “Don’t you want to know where he got it? He could have killed someone last night. And if he takes any more of it, he’ll probably kill himself.”
    Nash sank into his desk chair. “You’re overreacting, Kaylee.”
    “No, you’re under reacting.” I scooted to the edge of his bed. “What happened to looking out for your friends?”
    “What am I supposed to do?” He shrugged, frustration clear in the tense line of his shoulders. “Go up to Fuller and say, ‘Hey, man, I’m not sure where you’re getting secondhand air from a demon you don’t even know exists, but you need to lay off it before you kill yourself’? That’s not gonna sound weird.” He kicked a shoe across the room to punctuate his sarcasm.
    I crossed my arms over my chest, struggling to keep myvoice low. “You’re worried about sounding weird in front of a guy who’s getting high off someone else’s breath?”
    “Why do you care, anyway?” Nash demanded. “You don’t even like Fuller.”
    “That doesn’t mean I want to watch him die.” Especially considering that his impending death would send me into an uncontrollable, screaming bean sidhe fit, forcing us to decide whether or not to try to save him. “And I won’t let him take Emma with him.”
    Nash’s scowl wilted, giving way to confusion. “What are you talking about?”
    “They were all over each other last night, Nash. While he was high on Demon’s Breath. And it probably wasn’t the first time. She could be accidentally inhaling what he exhales.”
    Horror flitted across Nash’s face, greens and browns twisting in his irises, then he closed his eyes and reset his expression before I was even sure of what I’d seen, effectively locking me out of his thought process.
    I leaned against his headboard and fiddled with his pillow-case. “Tod says