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once, but never again. He would find a woman to love and grow old with. And then, someday far in the future, he would pass on to Heaven. Without me.
    Emotion rolled through me like a wave lapping over my body. After one last, deep breath, I dropped the sweatshirt back onto his chair as I had done almost every night the past several months. The shirt would lose its scent soon enough. But until then I would relish every aromatic breath I could take.
    I made sure to shut off all the lights and lock the doors behind me. The night air was dry and warm. That was the beauty of the desert; once that sun dropped, you had a reprieve from the heat.
    I walked to my car with keys in hand. When it was only steps away, footsteps crunched in the gravel behind me. I forced my breathing to remain regular. As I approached my little Toyota, I saw the briefest reflection of a body in the mirror behind me. Someone was definitely on my tail. And for a girl with a bounty on her head? That was a bad sign.
    Faster than the human eye could register, I lifted a hand in the air. “Ailukah!” I shouted the enchantment and, using my witchcraft, threw the person onto the hood of my car. The crunch echoed through the parking lot and a startled cry shattered the quiet evening.
    I was on top of her in moments, hand crushing her windpipe. I hovered my other palm atop my purse, and the can of holy water mace flew into my hand. Her fear caught in the back of my throat and tasted like bitters and lime.
    Her body thrashed beneath mine, and yet I stayed strong, pinning her down with my knees. “Monica!”
    I stilled. “Kayce?”
    â€œYes! Fuck, let me up!”
    While the rational part of my brain knew that Kayce was my best friend and would never hurt me, the suspicion from Salt Lake City remained. She and Lucien were supposedly acting under cover, attempting to find out who was the boss in charge of my bounty—only it didn’t make sense why they couldn’t tell me about that plan from the beginning.
    Kayce was a killer. An assassin by trade. And I couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling of knowing my best friend, whom I admittedly loved very much, wakes up each morning, has a cup of coffee, and goes to work slicing jugulars and strangling strangers. A shiver tickled my spine.
    â€œMonica?”
    Shit. I shook the thoughts away and pushed off of Kayce’s windpipe, grasping her hand and pulling her to a standing position. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “What are you doing here? Lurking behind me.”
    â€œLucien said you’d be home by now. I waited for a while, and when you didn’t show, I came looking for you here.” She brushed her clothes back into place. “Jesus. Twitchy much?” She glanced at my hood, dented in the shape of her slender body.
    â€œYeah, I tend to be a little on edge these days.” I did my best to hide the bitterness in my voice. The whole bounty thing was getting old fast. Every strange noise in my house was enough to send me running for my cabinet of weaponry. Which admittedly was growing larger and larger with each passing day.
    With my hand on the dent, I incanted a quick spell and it popped out.
    â€œDamn,” Kayce hissed. “How do you do that?”
    â€œYou kill a witch. Eat a bitch,” I bit back, Adrienne’s face popping into my brain.
    She tugged her curtain of jet black hair over one shoulder and dropped her neck to the side. “Okay, what flew up your ass today?” Even though succubi and incubi can shapeshift, most tend to stick with one body at a time. For as long as I’ve known Kayce, she’s pretty much had the same look. It just makes life easier and gives us a semblance of normalcy. Kayce’s chosen body was svelte and Asian, and she wore lots of leather . . . even in the scorching Vegas summers.
    â€œWhere are you off to tonight?” Her jumpsuit looked more like a costume than an outfit.
    She glanced down, hands on