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dining-room chair, curlicues of green vinyl arching skyward from its cracked and peeling seat. Anders dropped me into the chair and plopped down onto a milk crate beside it.
      I closed my eyes and willed the throbbing in my head to stop. It seemed my head had other plans. But at least sitting down, my leg was tolerable, and after a couple dozen blocks serving as a human crutch, I'm sure Anders was grateful for the rest. Crazy or not, he sure as hell never signed on for this.
      We sat in silence a while: me stock-still as I waited for my head to clear, and Anders rocking gently back and forth, his gaze fixed at a spot just in front of his shoes. Eventually, though, his curiosity got the better of him.
      "The men who attacked you," he said. "They were cops?"
      "Not exactly."
      "Then who?"
      "That, I'd rather not say."
      Anders nodded, as though that were answer enough for now. "But you're not fond of the cops – I've seen the way you look at them. Watchful. Wary. Always quick to look away before they see you."
      The kid was nuts, maybe, but not stupid. "I guess I like them fine," I said. "Only right now, they're not too fond of me."
      "Why?"
      "I took something that didn't belong to me."
      "So you're a thief."
      I smiled. "I guess you could say that."
      "And the others?"
      "What others?"
      "The lady throwing bread to the pigeons. The man at the window in the coffee shop. The little girl, just now. All like you – like someone else behind the eyes – but only for a moment. They've been watching you. They've been watching you, and you've been terrified."
      "Not like me," I said. "Not themselves, but not like me."
      "Then what?"
      Ah, hell, I thought. If he can see them – Anders deserves to know. "They call themselves the Fallen. But demons, devils, djinn – you can call them what you like."
      He fell silent a moment, as if processing what I'd told him. "These demons – they're looking for you? Hunting you?"
      "I don't think so," I replied. "These creatures, they're powerful, and clever as well. Any of them could've taken me if they wanted. No, I think they wanted me to see them. I think they wanted me to know that they were watching me."
      "Watching you – why?"
      I thought back to what Merihem had said to me. You think either side wants a war? When last it happened, one-third our number fell – and all because a son of fire refused to kneel before a son of clay. You couldn't begin to understand the world of shit that would rain down upon us all if one of our kind was caught damning an innocent soul to rot in hell for an eternity. My guess was, whoever Merihem had been leaning on had got to talking. Not that I should be surprised – if this morning was any indication, my days of flying under the radar were over. "It's complicated," I said.
      "The men who attacked you – were they demons, too?"
      "No."
      I could have told him, I guess. That they were angels. I told myself then that he wouldn't have believed me, but I'm pretty sure that's crap. I think I was worried that he would have. I mean, Anders was a little off-kilter, yeah, but he seemed like a good kid. Who's to say he wouldn't have taken the angels' side? The way I figured it, the shape I was in, I needed all the help I could get. If that meant keeping the knifewielding crazy person in the dark, then so be it.
      He shook his head. "You don't seem very popular."
      "It's been a rough couple of days," I agreed. "You didn't ask for any of this, you know. You wanna walk away, now is the time."
      "The pills they gave me, they said they'd make it better. The fear. The worry. The things I thought I'd seen. They told me it was all in my head. But that wasn't entirely true, was it?"
      "No, I suppose it wasn't."
      "Closing your eyes won't make the world go away. I'm in if you'll have me. Besides," Anders added, looking me up and down, "you seem to be doing pretty lousy on your