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grip. They would make it together or not at all! Ryder squeezed his hand, letting him know he was okay, and they continued forward, four nephilim as one.
    Chance stepped out of the blaze, Dillon, Hunter, and Ryder with him. Fire fell from his body. He raised his arms to the heavens above. His roar of anger caused the cloud above him to grow black, and then it showered rain down upon them, cooling their burning skin. The pouring rain soon became a light drizzle. Once again, their bodies healed.
    Damn it, Chance had to save her. If he could keep her here a week and a day, she would be safe from those fires. He would do all that was in his power to make that happen.
    “I will set Destiny free!” Chance vowed to the heavens above. “Satan will not have her soul!”

Chapter 3
     
    The roar of thunder shook the bar. Destiny flinched, looking around, but no one else seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. Maybe the crash was meant for her ears alone. A demon could be sending her a warning. A cold chill ran down her spine.
    When did she get so jittery? She wasn’t sure, but the odd feeling stayed with her. Chance wasn’t at the bar. Maybe that was it. Destiny felt as if she’d been stood up. Her life was littered with people who’d dumped her—starting with her mother. Destiny hadn’t thought about her in a long time.
    Her hand trembled when she reached for her beer, bumping it instead. The bottle tilted; she grabbed it before it could fall. Destiny’s heart pounded inside her chest. She drew in a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. How could she let Rose hurt her after all these years? Her mother was nothing to her.
    And she could tell herself that all day and it would still be a lie. For a while, Rose made a decent mother. Destiny remembered hugs, a second-hand doll from a dirty thrift store, food on the table. Rose worked two jobs. Her eyes had been a pretty blue, but they were always tired. Then a man came into Rose’s life and promised to make everything better. He hadn’t. Wasn’t that the way it always happened? Men could really screw things up.
    She brought the bottle to her lips, taking a long drink of the cold liquid and letting it wash away her past.
    Chance hadn’t agreed to return that or any other night. No big deal. She wouldn’t even let it bother her except the night before was so unbelievably good that she hoped for more of the same. Why not take what she could get for a change?
    Her gaze moved around the dimly lit room. Everyone else seemed to be at the bar, though. The place was crowded. A typical Friday night. People were off work and ready to party.
    Except for Chance.
    Was he out on the range rounding up cattle? She wasn’t sure what hours cowboys worked. Her mouth turned down. Or if he was even a cowboy in the true sense. Just because he wore a cowboy hat and boots didn’t make him a cowboy. She tapped her ruby-red nails on the bar. Hell, she knew nothing about the man. Well, except that he could give a girl one hell of an orgasm.
    Her eyes strayed to the beer mug clock hanging on the wall behind the bar. Almost eight thirty. Damn, she was so pathetic, but all she was able to think about was the way his magical fingers awakened her body. Her motor was purring. Downing three beers certainly didn’t help slow it down. Now she was even more revved, and she was starting to get irritated.
    Why did she even wait for him? She’d already been hit on by no fewer than four eager men looking for hot sex, and every damn one of them wore a blasted black Stetson. She could’ve taken any one of them up on their offer of a good time. Before the night was over, she’d have more than one soul under her belt, and be on her way back to Hell.
    Just as quickly as the thought entered her head, she dismissed it. No, she knew it wouldn’t be the same with someone else. That was why she didn’t take one of the offers. She wanted Chance, and only Chance would do.
    The door opened, letting a sliver of