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the road yesterday. Rachel knew this. I called her when I left.”
    “If you don’t leave now, I’m going to have to arrest you.”
    Paige looked up to the sky as tears fell from her eyes. “Can I—Can I just see her?”
    He looked at her, his dark eyes filled with sympathy as he shook his head. “You know the law.”
    She tried to still her sobs as she attempted to look behind him. “I’ve been driving for two days for this.” She looked him in the eye. “Please. Please.”
    “I’m sorry, Ms. Whiskey,” he said, opening the screen door and taking her arm. “Really, I am.”
    As soon as he stepped through the door, Paige was able to see her.
    She’d grown. The top of her blonde head was even with Rachel’s abdomen. Her hair was in poofy pigtails and she wore a bright blue shirt with matching shorts.
    Her baby.
    Rachel wrapped her arm around Leah’s shoulders. The woman’s expression was smug.
    Leah’s expression was . . . crushed.
    Paige broke. She reached for the door even as the officer pulled her away. “Leah.”
    “Momma,” Leah screamed with all the sorrow and heart-ache one little girl could muster.
    “Leah,” Paige cried, trying to fight the officer, trying to get one last glimpse of her girl. “I just want to hug her. Please, just let me hold her.”
    “I’m sorry,” the officer said, taking his arm around her middle and practically carrying her down the steps.
    “Momma,” Leah screamed again.
    “Leah,” Paige cried. “I love you.” She twisted in the officer’s arm. “I got you a present.”
    “Stop. Paige.” Dexx ran up to the officer holding her. “I’ve got her. I’ll take over from here.”
    “Just keep her away from the house,” the officer said. “Or I will have to arrest her.”
    “Yeah,” he said, fighting her resisting, sobbing body. “I’ve got her.”
    The vision stopped.
    “Oh, God.”
    The link between their arms broke. The fire racing along the rune went cold. He held her close as she slept. He felt ragged and tired, like he’d just gone nine rounds. “Jesus Christ. What did we do to you?”

D EXX DECIDED TO tranquilize her. He didn’t know what she would do, how she would react, and the demon had gotten too close. Leslie and, hopefully, Alma were on their way. He just had to buy time till then.
    He needed a few things in town. First stop, vet’s office. He pulled his 1976 Dodge Challenger up to the vet’s office. He shut off the rumbling engine of his 1976 Dodge Challenger. Taking a moment, he pinched the bridge of his nose before sliding his fingers along the bottom rim of his eye sockets. How could he call himself a friend if he’d never understood how she’d felt? They’d banished her emotions, acting like she didn’t have the right to remember her own daughter. And why?
    Because she’d raised a few demons to kill her mother? If Dexx had lived through that, he wouldn’t have had to summon anything. He would have killed the woman with his bare hands.
    Swallowing, he got out of the car. The hot, muggy air greeted him gently, beckoning to him with the promise of shade from the nearby tree. He walked through the door. The dinging of the bell to herald his arrival and he waited at the counter.
    A teenage girl in a black t-shirt and jeans entered from a door in the back. “Can I help you?”
    Dexx plastered on his charm. He had a face that could get him anything and he knew it. It was his weapon of choice when dealing with the mundanes. Wait. What was it the Harry Potter crowd called them? Oh, hell. He couldn’t recall. “I’m getting ready to go on a long trip, but my dog doesn’t handle car rides well. I’m out of diazepam, which is what I normally give her. I was wondering if I could get some more.”
    “That shouldn’t be a problem,” the girl said with a smile. “What’s her name?”
    His eye twitched. “Doxxie.”
    “And what breed is she?”
    “Great Dane.”
    “Oh, she’s a big dog.”
    He nodded, keeping his expression