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upright and stop the relentless pounding in his head.
    “Maybe a shot of juice would make him travel-worthy?” Raguel offered. “His melon is dented pretty good, but it would at least keep him from dying in his sleep.”
    “Nice, Ragu. Like he needs to worry about that,” Ruth chided.
    “We don’t have time for this. We need to move!” Nate tried to rise to his feet again, then turned his head and yakked into a quickly produced trash can instead.
    “Yep, that’s a concussion all right. Who’s off duty tonight?”
    Ouriel made his way to the front of the huddle. “I am, boss. Dare and I got meal detail tonight.”
    “Try to heal him, Oreo. He didn’t care for my energy the last time I tried to help him, and I can’t risk being depleted if we’re about to face Camael. Dare, you’re back on duty.”
    The reapers backed away, leaving Ouriel plenty of room to work his reaper Reiki magic.
    “Careful, Oreo. Don’t overdo it. We don’t want to short-circuit anything.”
    Ouriel’s hands began to glow with the green light Nate had learned to associate with healing. Placing his palms on either side of Nate’s head, Ouriel pushed the warm light into him and for a split second, he could feel it fill his skull like candlelight in a jack-o’-lantern.
    Nate chuckled.
    “Think that’s enough, Oreo. Our boy here seems to be feeling better,” Deacon warned.
    Ouriel withdrew his hands and retreated into the small crowd of on-looking reapers. Nate scanned the faces and breathed a sigh of relief, happy his eggs weren’t scrambled and that the pounding had subsided.
    The momentary feeling was quickly replaced with mounting anxiety. They needed to go. Now.
    There was one of them he trusted implicitly to be his immediate backup. He looked at Deacon. “You got my back?”
    “Absolutely. You heard the man. Foster and Stearns, people. We’ll see you there.”
    Bo nudged his head under Nate’s arm and helped him to his feet. Nate’s fingers curled into the scruff of his neck and the three of them flashed to the now empty alley.
    Nate didn’t know which was worse: the screams emanating from the bar or the laughter he heard underneath them.
    Maeve’s laughter.

Chapter Six
    Wait.” Deacon grabbed Nate’s arm and pulled him away from the steel door.
    “You hear that shit? We can’t wait.” Nate drew his short sword from the vertical scabbard along his back.
    “We need a plan. When we walk through that door, we can’t just start slicing and dicing this time. The demons are going to look the same as the civilians. We need time to recon the situation.” Deacon drew his scythe and held it tight against his leg. “We need a distraction.”
    Bo growled low and bared his teeth at the door.
    Deacon nodded at the dog. “How ‘bout we send Bo in first? He can smell demons through the door already. He won’t have any trouble picking them out for us.”
    Nate stroked the beast’s head. The last thing he wanted was for the dog to get injured, but he was a hellhound , for God’s sake. He’d probably outlive them all.
    “All right.” Bo licked his hand in agreement. “Then what?”
    “Then we keep them occupied until our reinforcements arrive. After that…we clean house.”
    “And Maeve?”
    “If we can capture her and somehow render her unconscious, it will buy us some time to figure out how to expel Camael without hurting her in the process.”
    “Time is wasting. Let’s go.”
    The melee inside the bar reached a crescendo as Deacon opened the door and Bo slunk through, his head and chest low to the ground, though still as high as Nate’s upper leg when he followed behind him.
    The second Nate spotted Maeve, the plan left his brain. He forgot to even worry about Bo. His one, all-consuming thought was to reach Maeve. Without even processing the pleas of the remaining bar clientele, he edged around the main dance floor where the demons had herded them like sheep, then zigzagged through the maze of overturned