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tension finally broke and she came, thrashing beneath Sam’s body. She had soaked through her jeans. She had probably soaked his.
    As the tremors subsided, her head cleared. The heat trapped in her skin seemed to radiate off. The tension gripping her muscles subsided. Zack stepped back, his chest heaving.
    Coming back to reality sucked. Her entire body shook, her crotch was soaked, and she lay prone underneath Sam, who studied her with actual concern in his eyes, making the situation even worse. His hair brushed her neck and jaw, and it smelled like the shampoo they’d all been using for months. A small comfort, somehow.
    “Oh God,” she said, her voice small and quiet. The vodka churned in her stomach.
    Sam lifted off her and stood. He walked over to Zack and jammed the barrel of the gun against his temple.
    “I should paint this room with your brains,” he said, low and fierce. “See if you survive that, vampire.”
    Occam cleared his throat. “You won’t leave here alive. Just an FYI, Sam.”
    Sam still held the gun to Zack’s head.
    June struggled into a sitting position. “Sam, it’s not worth it. Let’s just go.”
    Zack leered at Sam. “You smell like her pussy.”
    Sam dropped the gun to his side; then he brought it up in a swift arc and across Zack’s face. A sickening crunch sounded, and blood sprayed and splattered across the floor. Zack collapsed to his knees, hands to his face, yowling.
    Sam’s eyes burned with rage. “We’re walking out of here now,” he said to Occam. “And if you try to stop us, I might die, but I’ll take your sorry bullet-riddled ass with me.”

Chapter 3
     
    June and Sam sat in an empty car on the night owl red line L train. June had learned all about public transportation in Chicago, especially at night, since that was the only safe time for needed excursions or clandestine meetings. The car was empty so they didn’t have to disguise themselves. She’d held hands with girl Sam on the way there—for his power extended to others via touch—while he disguised her as a young man. He released her once they were safely inside the District, allowing her to be herself so she could meet with Occam.
    They sat silent, June awkward in the aftermath of their vampire rendezvous. She still buzzed with the energy Zack had ignited in her.
    The car wobbled along. The click of the rails and the city lights sliding by in the darkness calmed her.
    “You all right?” Sam finally asked.
    She nodded.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “Sex witches can be vile creatures. They get you hot and bothered and suck the sexual energy out of you. It makes you weak and vulnerable. Over time, it can really damage you, make you horribly sick. Even kill you.”
    Cindy was a sex witch. June had never feared her, not for her supernatural abilities, anyway—she was kind of crazy on her own—but maybe she should.
    “Do you think they would’ve—could’ve—killed us?” June asked.
    “I think they would’ve weakened us so Occam could keep us as his playthings. And then, yes, perhaps eventually killed us.”
    She stared out the window across from them.
    “I’m sorry,” he said again, “that I had to do that to you.”
    “You didn’t do anything. I did…all the doing.” She cringed. Too much embarrassment, too soon.
    “I won’t tell anyone. I won’t tell Micha.”
    “Thanks. And thanks for saving me from getting my life sucked out through my vagina. I’m glad Belle didn’t get the better of you.” She paused. “She couldn’t bewitch you? You don’t like black chicks or something?”
    “I knew what was happening, from the second he got in your lap. I don’t like evil murderesses. And I don’t like vampires.”
    June could get behind that.
    “I hate vampires.” He slipped down on the plastic seat, legs splayed. “I’d cut off a vampire’s head before I’d allow one in the Paranormal Alliance.”
    “I might have called you an extremist before, but I can totally see why you