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mates?”
    “Demons don’t have souls.”
    “And neither do you.” He sniffed the air. “You’ve scared your soul away. Now you’re empty. I can fill you, little witch. You’re so ripe and ready.”
    “Get away, before my love shows up and kills you.”
    His chuckle rumbled along my skin. “No one is coming, but me. Let your walls down and I will show you pleasure. Nothing will matter.”
    “No.”
    “You’re starving for more. Let me feed you.” He trailed his fingers down the rows of muscle on his waist and continued to move them down.
    She couldn’t help herself. Luna’s mouth watered. Her heart boomed louder in her ears. She followed his hands as he gripped his length and whispered, “Let me feed you, little witch.”
    Mama Ganga clapped behind me. “Okay. We’re done for today!”
    “What?!” I jumped out of my story. “Hey. I’m not done. I’m trying to get to the good stuff.”
    Mama Ganga snorted and stumbled away with her cane. “If I remember correctly, you have a child.”
    I checked my watch and cursed. “Shit. I have to pick up Rich in twenty minutes. How many hours passed by?”
    “Several did.”
    “I can’t believe it.” My stomach grumbled. “I have to eat too.”
    “Yes. Your passion is returning.”
    I held the notebook close to me. “I hope so.”
    “No, not you hope so. Say it with confidence. Say it loud and with pride.”
    “My passion has returned.”
    “Say it again.”
    “My passion has returned.”
    “One more time and scream it to the sky!”
    I grinned. “My passion has returned!”
    “Good. Enjoy your weekend. Try to write some more tonight. You have the weekend off. On Monday we see each other again, for the next level.”
    “What is the next level?” I headed to my car.
    Silently, she made her way to her convertible.
    “Hey!” I yelled. “You’re not going to answer?”
    She huffed and opened the door.
    “Wait a minute. Don’t you stay here?” I pointed to the house.
    “No way. I just figured this would be a nice place to park.”
    “Oh, God. We were trespassing.”
    “You’re such a scared one.” She laughed, got in the car, and sped off.

Chapter 6
    Lorenzo
    T hat evening, I left the station with Rich’s volunteer form in my back pocket along with Kassie’s number on it.
    I’m turning into a stalker.
    Cool air hit my face. The moon hung in the sky and the stars glittered brightly and hopeful.
    I should call her. What’s the worst that could happen?
    Rockstar pulled up for his shift, booming R&B. He was a cool black dude that I’d trained with ten years ago. Through the many things we’d experienced on jobs, our friendship had developed into family status. We spent holidays together and whenever we were both off, we popped open some beers and lay back on the beach.
    His mother had named him Rodney, but at the station, we called him Rockstar . He dressed like one—star-studded boots and ragged jeans, shiny shirts opened at the top and glittery shades. On dull shifts, he always had a guitar in his hands, strumming some new melody and writing down hard-hitting lyrics. He knew how to play many instruments, and for each one he was skilled with, he’d gotten it tattooed on his arms. They crowded the skin—tubas and drums, pianos and even a few violins.
    Always singing and performing for us, every now and then he would take a gig at a kid’s birthday party or small shotgun wedding.
    Once, I’d asked Rockstar why he didn’t just put all of his energy into his music. I thought he hit the notes well, and every now and then, I couldn’t stop myself from sitting down and listening to his songs. Rockstar’s response shocked me and he earned more of my respect. He said that he loved music, but firefighting was his passion, the fire inside him that he could never put out.
    It was the first time I had words for how I felt.
    “Lou!” Rockstar carried his guitar case in one hand and a small bag in the other. “What’s up?”
    “Not much,”