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him but when he’d reached for Kaine and found her gone, he’d wanted her back in his bed so badly, he’d forced himself to go in search of her, despite the headache and the dragging need to sleep.
    He’d heard voices out here, thought maybe Kaine and Evie were having a conversation. About what, he didn’t have a clue. His brain wasn’t exactly functioning at top speed.
    Which was probably why he didn’t go for a gun when he realized there was someone else in his house.
    A kid, wearing jeans and a black knit cap, stood next to Kaine, holding her hand as if comforting her.
    Was he dreaming?
    He looked back at Kaine. She looked…stricken. Guilty.
    Why the hell—
    Shit . Evie lay on the couch, unmoving. He ran for her, nearly stumbling in his haste.
    Or from the dizziness in his head.
    “Evie! Evie, wake up.”
    “John, stop it. She’s fine.”
    The boy’s tone barely filtered through his brain as John lifted Evie into his arms. He had to hold her, had to make sure she was okay.
    Her cheeks were pale and there seemed to be a bruise on her chin. Had someone hit her?
    Rage began to build in his gut and he tried to stand, tried to get him and Evie away from the boy. It had to be the boy.
    “What the hell do you want?”
    “I’m not here to hurt you, John.” The kid’s face twisted in a grimace and John was caught by his eyes. The kid had old eyes. Ancient eyes. “Kaine called me for help.”
    “What? Why? I didn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt you.”
    Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them back. “I know that. I didn’t call for help for me. Evie needs help, John. I think she’s in trouble.”
    “I know that. I just don’t know what’s wrong.”
    Shit, what the hell had loosened his tongue?
    Kaine and the boy exchanged a glance as John held Evie closer. Should he run? He had to protect Evie but even though the situation was surreal, he didn’t sense danger.
    Which could just mean he was more fucked up than he thought and not thinking straight.
    “Maybe you want to tell me what’s been going on.” The boy who’d been holding Kaine’s hand released her and took a few steps closer to him.
    “Why would I want to do that?”
    “Because maybe I can help.”
    Help? Yeah, help would be nice. Help would be really nice right about now. But why would he accept help from a kid who didn’t look older than twelve, a kid he’d never met before and who shouldn’t be in his house?
    John shook his head, trying to clear his brain. “I don’t know you.” The kid nodded. “No, you don’t. But you can trust me. Kaine trusts me and you can too.”
    Kaine. His gaze shifted back to the beautiful woman he’d brought home from the bar. She stared at him with huge, dark eyes.
    He trusted Kaine. Why the hell did he trust Kaine?
    “Christ, none of this makes any sense.” He lifted one hand to rub at his temples.
    “And my head fucking hurts . Who the fuck are you?” The kid looked at him with old, old eyes and a well of patience. “My name’s Sal.
    I’m Kaine’s friend and I can help Evie. You just need to tell me what’s going on with her.”
    What was going on with Evie?
    Hell, weird, freaky shit was going on with her. Light bulbs burst when she got angry or scared. Tables and chairs moved across the floor on their own. Doors slammed, windows cracked.
    “You’re right,” the kid said. “That’s freaky. Hell, Kaine. This is bad.” Whoa, he must be really far gone. He couldn’t remember saying that out loud.
    In his arms, Evie started to wake. Her eyes fluttered until finally she opened her eyes just enough to see him.
    “John?”
    “Shh, Evie. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
    “What’s going— Wait.” Her eyes shot open. “There was someone in the apartment.
    Someone was here, John.”
    “It’s okay. I know. Kaine’s here, she’s a friend.”
    Evie started to shake her head then couldn’t stop. “No. No, she’s not. She did something to me. She… She hit me.”
    “What?” His