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truck ate up the miles, she finally spoke the words she had to say. “I’ve heard demons recognize each other on sight. That they can look right past the glamour and see the monster inside.” Her nails tapped against the rough armrest.
    The truck sped up.
    It was the way of the paranormal world. Like recognized like. She always knew when she was near another vamp. She’d heard that witches felt the power pull of their brethren.
    “That demon,” she continued, “he took one look at you, and he got scared. ”
    “Because he was smart.”
    Right. “But just what did he see?” She asked, letting her eyes sweep over him. “When he looked at you, what did he see that made him back off?” Not just back off— run away.
    Keenan’s head turned toward her. Even in the dim lighting, she could see him clearly with her vampire vision. He had such beautiful blue eyes—wait, those eyes were getting darker. Darker ...
    Demon eyes.
    “I guess he saw through the glamour,” Keenan told her, his voice quiet.
    Oh, damn.
    She was in trouble.
     
    Sam stared up at the night sky. So many fucking stars. Millions of them glittered down on him.
    Humans looked at the stars and they wished and they dreamed.
    He looked at the stars and knew they didn’t matter. The stars were just chunks of glass in the black sky. No, the stars were meaningless.
    Others were up there, though, nestled in the heavens. Powerful beings were pulling all the strings and making the puppets dance.
    Footsteps thudded behind him. Sam inhaled, catching the scents of the one who approached. Alcohol. Cigarettes. Demon. Elijah .
    No vampire. Fuck. The bastard would bleed for failing again. How hard was it to bag one newbie vamp? The lady was so fresh she’d probably barely cut her fangs.
    Sam turned around, ready to slam a burst of power right at the demon, but the fear in Elijah’s black gaze stopped him.
    And made him smile. Finally.
    “Y-you never said she’d have backup.”
    Because Sam hadn’t thought the vamp would. He’d worked so hard to cut her off from the rest of the world. Her silly little comfort system she’d had in New Orleans—ripped away. Her job—gone. Her home—destroyed. No family, no friends—they were all terrified of her now. No one wanted to be close to a killer.
    When you isolated your prey, it was always so much easier to take ’em down.
    “He could have fuckin’ killed me!” Elijah snarled, spittle flying from his mouth.
    Sam raised a brow. “He?” His voice came out mild, as always.
    “Him—yeah that fuckin’ angel that was at her side. And she smelled like him. Shit, ain’t there some rule about angels fuckin’ around?”
    “Probably.” Undoubtedly. Another way to get cast out. Angels didn’t enjoy nearly the preferential treatment that the humans did. Screw up once ... get ready to burn.
    “And fuckin’ with vampires?” Disgust etched deep lines on the demon’s face. “What the hell?” Elijah didn’t much care for vampires. Who did? And as for angels ...
    Demons were right to fear them.
    Sam took a deep breath and asked, “You’re sure the man with her was an angel?”
    Elijah’s head bobbed in a quick nod. “There’s no damn way to kill one of ’em, you know that!”
    “Everything dies,” he snapped, sick of the lies that the Other chose to spread, particularly lies about themselves. Only one being was immortal. All the others ... we can all die. Some of them just had the unfortunate pleasure of perishing over and over again.
    Yeah, life could be one fucking blast.
    Elijah yanked a hand through his thick blond hair. “Well, I don’t want to be that everything. ”
    Too bad. Elijah was already marked for death. Sam had seen the bastard’s end coming for days. Mostly because he’d planned it. Elijah had his uses. The guy was strong, evil, and usually ready to rip and tear. But even a killer had to die some time.
    “Describe him to me.” There were hundreds of angels. Thousands. Could be