Demon's Kiss by MAGGIE SHAYNE Page A

it.”
    â€œNote to self. Get a gym bag and watch reruns of MacGyver. ”
    Reaper frowned at him, clearly not getting the joke.
    Seth just shrugged. “Never mind.”
    The signal changed, giving them a green arrow to make their left-hand turn. Dropping the bag, Reaper turned the wheel and pressed on the gas.
    Neither of them saw the semi coming until it hit them, and then there was nothing but noise, shattering glass, groaning metal, squealing tires, the stench of hot rubber and a whole lot of hurt.
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    A crowd was gathering by the time Seth opened his eyes, picked up his head and tried to get his bearings. A woman was making her way through the bystanders, coming closer, shouting at them to get the hell out of her way. Seth couldn’t see her. There was smoke and it was kind of—
    Smoke.
    Hell, that couldn’t be good.
    Seth turned in his seat to mention it to his companion, but Reaper was out cold, and Seth smelled blood, thick on the air. “Oh, shit. Reap, come on, man. Wake up.” He shook the limp shoulders, but nothing worked. Then he saw where the blood was coming from. A jagged piece of metal was sticking out of Reaper’s thigh, blood oozing from around it.
    The woman who’d been doing all the shouting was closer now, rapping on his window. “Get out of there! It’s gonna go up.”
    â€œGive me a sec.” He released his seat belt, then Reaper’s, then took his belt out of his belt loops, wrapped it around Reaper’s thigh, just above the wound, and pulled it tight. Any tighter and he would have risked busting the femur. Gritting his teeth, he yanked the metal out.
    Blood oozed all the same. He had to stop it.
    Hands pounded the glass again. “You need to get out now. ”
    He ignored the woman, grabbed the duffel bag, and wrestled with it until he got the duct tape out. Then he tore off a piece with his teeth and used it to tape the gaping skin together. A second piece, and a third for good measure.
    The smoke was thicker now. His lungs were burning. The woman was tugging on the passenger door, but it wasn’t giving. The driver’s door was no good, either, mashed up against a telephone pole.
    He leaned back, braced his feet against the door, and yelled at the woman to stand back. She did, and he kicked with both feet. The door popped open, almost easily. Hell, he’d forgotten about how much stronger he was now.
    He put his back to Reaper, pulled the man’s arms around his shoulders from behind, and, with people reaching in, pulling to help, he managed to get them both out of the car.
    They’d moved about thirty feet away, into the darkness lit only by the glowing lights of other vehicles, when Reaper’s car blew to hell and gone, the explosion knocking Seth to his knees, with Reaper still on his back.
    And then that woman was there. “Come on, boy. Come with me. Daylight’s on the way, and so are the police and paramedics.”
    Seth stared at her, shocked. How could she know daylight was their enemy? She had long carrot-orange hair—not coppery, like his dream girl—that curled from top to bottom, and it was impossible to guess her age. There was something about her, some familiar feeling, almost like a scent.
    â€œYou’re just a fledgling, aren’t you?” she asked Seth. “I’m Roxy. I’m one of the Chosen—that’s what you’re sensing. Raphael is my friend.”
    â€œHis name is—”
    â€œRaphael Rivera, aka Reaper. And only his best friend would know that. Now, come with me, while they’re all distracted by the explosion. Hurry.”
    She helped him to his feet, Reaper still on his back, and led him toward her waiting car, shouting, “I’m a doctor, clear the way! I’m a doctor!” as she went. She opened the back door, and Seth eased Reaper in, onto the rear seat.
    The bleeding hadn’t started up again, so Seth got into the front,