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subway from wherever he pleased, he did not share most of their other gifts. The dreams were new, however, and he needed to tell Deacon about it… Still, he couldn’t bring himself to lay it bare before the entire group.
    “Nate—”
    “Don’t start with me, Deacon. If it was Ruth out there, your priorities would be elsewhere, as well.”
    “It’s not just that we need you and Bo to track demons for us, Nate. We can’t protect you if you’re out there doing the Lone Ranger thing.”
    “Bo is with me. He can protect me. You’ve seen him shred a demon.” Bo gave a little whine in agreement and licked Nate’s pant leg.
    “I agree that finding Camael is imperative. It’s your methods that worry me. What will you do if you do find her without us to back you up? Bo may be enough to protect you from a few demons, but you won’t stand a chance against Camael alone. At least stay within sight or sound of one of the teams. Promise me that.”
    Nate shook his head. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
    “Dammit, Nate—”
    “Pizza’s ready! Dinner…is served.” Ragu pulled a steaming pizza out of the former fireplace turned wood-fired oven to cheers of appreciation.
    Nate’s stomach growled. Deacon gave him one last hard look and retreated back to Ruth, filling a plate with pizza for her as he made his way through the food line. Nudging Bo’s twenty-pound head off his lap, Nate joined the back of the line. He was starving.
    Ruth’s close encounter with a reaper coma had been all he needed to convince him to take care of himself. So far, knock on wood, he hadn’t needed to replenish anyone since they’d set up the new compound. Even though the other reapers acted like a bunch of frat boys in their free time, they were dead serious about maintaining their health and their strength.
    Each had been chosen for their particular skill set by Grim himself and recruited to the Authority. Except for Maeve, who was fairly new, and Ruth, who was brand-spanking-new, the rest of them had been reapers for well over a hundred years each. Deacon and Kylen were two hundred plus some change. The only active reaper older than them was Grim. Yes, the Grim Reaper. Grim had enjoyed the sunset of his career mostly free of demon activity. But now that was in the past.
    Thinking of nasty demons brought Nate full circle, back to the puzzle of what to do about Maeve. How was he ever going to be able to anticipate where she would be next? He certainly wasn’t going to be able to capture her and exorcise the angel if he couldn’t lay physical hands on her. Camael was too smart to walk onto a demon trap even if it could hold him. Besides, Nate had only successfully accomplished that once—with a demon. He’d never trapped an angel. Didn’t even know if it was possible.
    It had to be possible. After all, for every yin there was a yang, right?
    Last in line, he grabbed a slice of pizza and tossed it over to Bo, who snatched it from the air and swallowed it in one gulp.
    Damn, that dog can eat.
    Nate piled three more face-sized slices onto his own plate, stacking them like pancakes and headed back to his chair. He almost made it, too.
    Then his head exploded.

Chapter Five
    Maeve made her way down a narrow alley—Camael’s puppet—weaving around overfilled Dumpsters toward a neon Pabst sign, swinging from its one remaining hinge in the little torrent of wind that stirred up like a dust devil.
    A storm was coming.
    She blinked and felt that troubling sensation again in the back of her conscious mind, an itch she couldn’t scratch. One she dared not acknowledge. It was the same as when she’d sensed Nate in her mind, watching…waiting. She wanted to close her eyes, to silently warn him off, but her body was at Camael’s mercy and his thoughts and her own battled within her.
    Of course, she needn’t have worried. Camael was oblivious to her current quandary. He was single-minded and determined. This nightclub was much larger