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who’d rather run than cancel their contracts.”
    “Why would they do that?”
    He chuckled. “Because they can. We’ll discuss all that later. Right now, I have to go.” He cupped my face and gently brushed my skin with his thumb. “I know your head still hurts, so rest until we get back. Maybe you might get more fleeting memories like you just did.”
    I hoped so. “Okay.”
    He pulled me into his arms. “We’ll find out what’s wrong with you and fix it, Sunshine. I promise.”
    That was something about the men on my team. They always believed they could fix everything. Maybe this was something I had to fix by myself. “Are we going after the demons?”
    He shot me a determined look. “Oh yeah.”
    Panic followed his words and I immediately felt terrible. No matter how strong or evil a demon was, I’d never been scared of hunting until now. Not knowing what I could or couldn’t do didn’t help either.
    “About mind-blending, I was going to suggest it before
he
did. You will blend with me. Not Sykes or anyone else. I don’t know what crazy crap they’ve been up to this summer, especially him. He still changes girlfriends every week.”
    I wasn’t too sure about the mind-blend thing either, but I wanted him gone so I could take inventory of my powers. “Okay. No one but you.”
    “You are giving in without a fight?” he asked in disbelief.
    I smiled. “No, I’m trying to get rid of you.”
    He chuckled. “You wish.”
    “So I can rest,” I finished.
    As soon as he left, I set out to confirm something I thought I’d seen when I teleported, something that had me a bit worried. Visualizing the kitchen, I willed myself there.
    My teleport was definitely different. I could slow down and see other psi energies around me while I was in my energy form. I studied the kitchen. The energies pulsed and grew stronger until I recognized objects. Two cups sat side-by-side inside the sink, indicating Grampa and Aunt Janelle had been home earlier. Flowers on the kitchen counter and dining room table filled the air with their fragrance. A new garbage can was by the garbage disposal. I couldn’t identify it until I materialized. It was a blue recycling can, probably put there by Aunt Janelle. As an Earth Cardinal Guardian, she loved nature and was big on saving the earth.
    As I teleported back to my room, I slowed down again. Moving through the wall felt weird and ticklish. Something was different about my bedroom too. I hovered near the ceiling and drew from my old memories until something clicked—I had moved my furniture around. I materialized and walked around, noting the changes. The lime and lemon cover was new and so were the dresser, lamps, and the draperies. I even had a DVD/VHS player. A digital frame sat on my dresser, the photographs changing every few seconds. One showed my mother laughing, then another of her with a baby with a mop of red hair. Me? I lifted it up and studied the pictures. I must have received Valafar’s present.
    Mom appeared happy in the photographs. Valafar too. In fact, they looked like normal, doting parents. Not that I knew anything about regular parents. Grampa had raised me by himself and he was a demon hunter.
    Putting the frame back, I pulled the dagger from its sheath and placed it on the bed.
Come
.
    It didn’t move. It usually obeyed me.
    Extending my hand toward it, I recited the words I used when I’d first commanded the dagger.
By the Order of Goddess Xenia and the Principalities, I command you, Kris Dagger, to come to me
.
    Nothing. My dagger, the most feared and coveted Nephilim weapon, just sat there like an ordinary kitchen knife, the link between us gone.
    Refusing to panic, I moved on to my other abilities. Placing the computer chair at the other end of the room, I stepped back. Just a small lightning bolt to melt the leather seat, something Remy could fix later, I told myself.
    Several large bolts appeared from thin air, zipped across the room and incinerated