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with a muted asshole! coming through the glass. When he looked over his shoulder, he could see the spirit dodging in and out of parked cars on either side of the street, almost playfully. Keenan put some fire into his feet and sprinted down the sidewalk.
    Ancient houses zipped by him on either side, but thankfully there were no people around. He hadn’t been up this way before but didn’t stop to investigate. It was like most streets in the Hawthorn District; crowded with nicely remodeled turn of the century houses on small lots.
    As always, the streetlights flashed and went out like Roman candles whenever he got within twenty feet of one, eventually making the sidewalk almost invisible. It’s why he never took a walk when he was angry.
    In the darkness to his right, the houses turned into a large open area. A park ? He darted into the darkness and sprinted faster. That is, until he ran into something protruding from the ground right at testicle level.
    Except for the landing, no Olympian could have executed Keenan’s tumble through the air with more grace. He counted at least two flips, a half turn, and a twist, wondering when he would hit the ground. It wasn’t long before a tree broke his fall. Every last molecule of air flew from his overextended lungs in a rush, and he landed in a crumpled heap on top of its roots.
    Shock set off alarms inside his eardrums and settled into his face, making it heavy and hot. There wasn’t any pain…yet. It wasn’t ghosts he saw before his eyes, only stars, fireworks, and every shade of red known to man. Then everything went black.
    He must have only been stunned, because when he opened his eyes, they filled with the vision of the succubus leaning over him. When he tried to move, agony blossomed through every nerve in his body.
    The creature tilted its head and reached out to touch him. Keenan mustered enough energy to get him moving, but it was only to his hands and knees. It was undignified, but he didn’t have much choice. He crawled like a baby toward a wall to his left.
    The ground under his hands shifted from grass to what he assumed was asphalt; it was slightly sticky with tiny rocks that buried themselves in his palms. When he reached a brick wall and leaned his back against it, his strength gave out. The succubus rose as a dark shadow in front of him.
    “Look,” he breathed, closing his eyes and lowering his chin. “Take your best shot, doll. Just leave the coroner something to bury, ok?” The words were very jagged.
    Radiating warmth took the chill out of his breath when she came nearer. Keenan braced himself for the inevitable. What he got instead, was a hot blanket of air that wrapped around his body several times and lifted him to his feet.
    When Keenan opened his eyes, all he could see was black. A wide ribbon of heat curled around his neck, up along his scalp, and then melted down his face in slow, easy eddies. Every muscle relaxed inside the gentle cocoon. His shirt and coat opened to let it touch his chest and his pants fell around his ankles so that his legs, ass, and privates could experience it too.
    Strands of supple warmth coated his body, from the top of his head to the bottoms of his feet. Keenan became suddenly weightless, buoyant, suspended above the ground, defying gravity and common sense. It was like plunging into a hot cloud, held firmly in place but freely floating. Sexuality had nothing to do with this; that was the last thing on Keenan’s mind. Instead, it was immensely peaceful.
    Like being in the womb.
    The thought meandered through his head along with a thousand other soothing images. There wasn’t the least bit of pain anymore.
    A sound started as a quiet hum in the back of his neck. It took him forever to figure out what it was. Keenan couldn’t strain to hear it since that would require effort. Instead, he relaxed and closed his eyes again, waiting for the sound to unfold.
    It wasn’t long before the music became distinct, a light