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answered.
    “Logan is gone and he might not be coming back. So sit tight and let us look after you.”
    His words scared her, but they also pissed her off. The man underestimated her hellhound.
    “Is that what Bill said to do?” She watched them carefully.
    Cale ground his teeth and looked into the rearview mirror. His eyes glistened, their depths enhanced by the glow from the dashboard. “Bill isn’t here right now, so this is my call.”
    Kira sank into the cold leather seat, body tense as Logan’s words echoed in her mind. Do not go to The Pines. I don’t trust the League anymore and I can’t take that chance. Not with you.
    There was only one person she believed in. Only one person who’d ever done anything good for her. Logan.
    The lights ahead shimmered, and as they got closer she realized it was a truck stop. This could be her only chance of escaping the two men. In fact, she was pretty sure if she didn’t make her move here, she’d never get another chance.
    Sweat broke out along her forehead and she swallowed thickly, taking a few seconds to compose herself before she spoke.
    “I have to pee,” she said abruptly. “Can we stop up there?”
    Again Cale’s dark eyes regarded her in the mirror. “Can’t you wait? We’re almost to the border and The Pines is less than an hour away.”
    “No!”
    Cale’s eyebrow shot up and Priest turned around once more.
    Kira cleared her throat and forced herself to calm down. “I have to go now. Seriously, guys, I’m prone to bladder infections and the last time I had one the doctor said if I don’t—”
    “Okay,” Priest held his hand up. “That’s all I need to know.” Priest nodded to the driver. “I could stretch my legs, too.”
    Cale swore under his breath, a bunch of words she didn’t understand, and Kira waited, breath held, until he maneuvered the truck into the right lane so they could exit. When they pulled into the Last Chance Truck Stop, she released a long, tortured breath and had the door open before they’d even come to a full stop.
    “Sorry,” she muttered as Cale nailed her with another dark look. She knew in that instant he didn’t trust her. Not wholly. “But I really gotta go.”
    She didn’t like the way he stared at her—as if he could see into her soul—see the lie.
    “Don’t take long, because you can sure as hell bet there’s a truckload of filth hot on our tail, and the only sanctuary you have is The Pines.”
    Kira swallowed. I don’t think so, buddy.
    She nodded and blushed when she realized both men were staring at the gaping T-shirt beneath her jacket. Quickly she zipped up, her gaze skipping beyond them to the semis idling in the distance. Flashing lights twirled into the night, shooting out red and blue, and for a second she was confused, but then she realized a police vehicle was parked beside one of the trucks. Its lights cast shadows into the darkness and there were several more police vehicles nearby. It looked to Kira as if something had gone down and they were doing cleanup.
    Priest jumped from the truck, and at first she thought he was going to follow her into the service center, but he leaned against his door and withdrew a cigar. He sniffed the end, glanced around, and turned in a full circle.
    “Okay, we’re all clear. No demon stink to ruin my Montecristo.”
    Cale said nothing.
    “I … I’m going to grab some takeout. You guys want anything?” Kira said hesitantly.
    Priest shook his head. “Don’t worry, we’ve got your back, but if I was you, I wouldn’t take too long.” He lit his cigar and took a puff. “Circumstance changes quickly.”
    Kira nodded, and with one more glance at the still silent Cale she headed into the truck stop.
    The night was crisp and a blast of heat greeted her as she pushed her way inside the well-lit truck stop. Grease mingled with unwashed body odor made her stomach roil, but she took a few steps, her gaze moving over the entire area in a precise pattern just