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spoke. “So, do we take responsibility for their lives, too?”
    Paige shrugged. “We have to. We stepped into this role, being the law and protectors of our—” The word “people” sounded just plain wrong, but she couldn’t think of anything else.
    “Yes. We are the protectors of our worlds. Against humans.”
    She’d never thought of it. She’d been raised where being an open witch was safe, and it was hard to really get that witches had once been burned at the stake for small things like knowing which herbs healed, or being able to do math and read, or for making whiskey. Humans were something to be feared.
    The ignorant ones were, anyway. And how did you battle ignorance?
    Share the knowledge.
    The same knowledge that could get them killed?
    Yeah. Pros and cons. Pros and cons.
    Dexx met them on the corner. His leather jacket was only half-way zipped. Large snowflakes landed on his shoulders. He slipped into the back and said, “Okay. Where are we going?”
    “I have a case I could use your help on,” Tony said, his tone less closed-off. He pulled a u-turn and headed back to the highway.
    Dexx grunted. “So, we’re on those terms now.”
    “It’s a long drive.” Tony glanced at his rearview mirror. “We all have questions. Like, what happened in Louisiana?”
    “I already told you,” Paige said. She needed information just as much as he did. “How long have you been a vampire?”
    “Fifty years.” He glanced at her, his expression guarded as he pulled onto the entrance ramp. “How did the demon cast a spell on you? I thought you were strong and a demon controller.”
    “Demon summoner,” she corrected. “And he caught me off guard.” That part was still kind of a blur with the drugs he’d given her. She couldn’t recall which parts were real and which were hallucinations. “Were you bitten? Do you have a sire?”
    “I was born this way. Were you possessed?”
    “Yes. How were you born this way?”
    “Do I even have to answer that?”
    She shook her head. The heavy, revolting snow piled up on the windshield under the wiper.
    “I have a question,” Dexx said, scooting to the middle of the bench seat in the back. “You’re out in daylight.”
    “That’s not a question,” Tony said.
    “How?”
    Tony shrugged, glancing at his driver’s side mirror. He skirted around a semi-truck. He turned the wipers up to beat the road wash coming off the truck’s wheels and sped up to pass faster.
    Paige forced herself not to grab at the door handle. She hated driving on slick roads. Hated snow. Hated slush. Hated being unable to see out the frelling windshield. And to top it all off, they were on snowy roads in a Dodge Challenger. They weren’t known for their snowmobile-like abilities.
    “If a vampire is made via biting, then they can be sensitive to the sun for a while, at least until the transformation is complete.”
    “But no death by sun?”
    “There have been a few rare occasions of people being allergic to the sun. After they were turned, that allergy was amplified.”
    “You’re kidding, right?” Paige’s shoulders hurt from being tense so long. She shook them out.
    “No.”
    “People allergic to the sun?”
    “It does happen. Though, they’ve all been gingers.”
    “Garlic?” Dexx asked.
    “Please be serious.”
    “Stakes through the heart.”
    Tony grunted and nodded. “Can be uncomfortable and deadly if the situation is right.”
    “So, how do we kill your kind?”
    “What are you again?” Tony asked.
    “Demon hunter,” Paige and Dexx said simultaneously.
    “Ah, well.” Tony took in a deep breath and merged back into the right lane. “You don’t need to know how to kill us.”
    Dexx leaned forward, placing his elbow on the arm rest. “The way I figure it, there are good and bad ones in every lot; humans, bears, vamps, geese, cats, weres. Mice. Spiders.” He gagged and shivered. “Actually, I don’t think there are any good spiders.”
    Tony