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He reached into his pocket and frowned. “What the hell…?”
    He drew out his hand and held it out, palm up. A collection of broken bits of metal and plastic sat within it. The remains of his phone, I knew without asking. I closed my eyes and cursed again. In the rush to get out of the way of the blast, I’d totally forgotten anything metal not touching flesh would be shredded. Which meant not only his phone, but mine too and my keys.
    “Sorry, that’s my fault.”
    His gaze jumped to mine, and after a moment, he said, “That change thing?”
    “Yeah. Metal not touching flesh doesn’t get re-formed.”
    “Meaning we’ll have to go somewhere else to decipher the clue.” He paused, and a sudden, somewhat cheeky smile touched his lips. “My place is nice and close. And I probably still have some of your clothes hanging around.”
    I blinked. “Why the hell would you still have those?”
    He shrugged. “Couldn’t be bothered throwing them out. And it wasn’t like they were taking up a whole lot of space.”
    “I bet that must have pleased the hell out of the girlfriends that followed me.”
    “It wasn’t a problem because there weren’t any. Only bed partners.”
    I snorted. “You seriously expect me to believe —”
    “Yes, because it’s true.” His gaze held mine. “My work may be the most important thing in my life, then and now, but you were, believe it or not, the next best thing.”
    “Being the next best isn’t exactly a compliment,” I noted dryly. “And it doesn’t exactly explain why you’ve had no girlfriends since.”
    “Ours wasn’t the first relationship I wrecked over a story, but it was the last. I decided it was better for everyone if I just didn’t go there.”
    I stared at him for a minute. “Good god, was that a touch of remorse in your voice?”
    “More an acknowledgment that forming attachments to get a story probably isn’t the best way to go about things.”
    Which was probably as close to a sorry as I was ever likely to get. I folded the piece of paper and slipped it into my pocket. “You could have decided that before you printed the story about my mom and destroyed what we had.”
    “No, I couldn’t have.”
    Because it had taken that destruction for him to see the light – although I had no doubt the threats from Uncle Rhoan, Aunt Riley, and Ilianna had also played a part. They’d certainly prevented him from printing the remaining part of the story. “I can see you becoming a very lonely old man.”
    “Not lonely, because there has never been a lack of partners. Just alone.”
    Meaning he’d faired better in the after-relationship sex stakes than I had. At least until Lucian and Azriel had come along to liven things up.
    “Your place, then.” I paused. “Are you parked somewhere very close? And do you still keep your spare key taped under the rear wheel arch?”
    “Yeah, but why…?” He stopped, and tucked a hand into his other pocket. What came out was a handful of metal shards. “Well, shit.”
    I glanced down, amusement touching my lips. “There’s also the free willy problem.”
    “I don’t see it as much of a problem, but I agree that others might.” He grinned. “So, do we make a mad dash and hope no one notices?”
    “Wiring snakes aside, my clothes won’t stand up to a mad dash. I’ll get us out of here, but you’ll have to bring the car around to the building’s entrance.”
    “Sounds like a plan.” He turned sideways and waved me forward grandly. “After you, my dear.”
    We carefully retreated. Amaya’s steel was quivering by the time we made the stairs, so it was with some relief that I realized not only had the wiring in the stair shaft remained unaffected by the blast, but also by the magic.
    When we reached the foyer, Jak pulled off the remains of his sweater and wrapped it around his waist, effectively hiding the ventilation spots around his balls.
    I waited until he’d left, then said, “Reaper, show