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question. “Uh, yeah. No problem.”
    “I can take the bus if you don’t want me driving your car.”
    “No, no, it’s fine.”
    She seemed skeptical but gave him a small smile before standing up to clear the table. He helped and soon they were cleaning the kitchen side by side, like they’d done so many times before. But tonight felt a little different. Every brush of her shoulders or accidental touch of her fingers on his rocked him to the core. Her skin set off a spark within him that couldn’t be ignored. But he tried pretty damn hard.
    Finally they finished and he decided not to play with fire. After a quick good night he all but ran to his bedroom. Attraction to a demon was foolish but acting on it would be idiotic. Sure she was only half, but that only made her twice as dangerous. Maybe he should help her find a full-time job. Suddenly getting her out of his house seemed like a good idea.

Chapter Two
    The first three places Asta stopped at said they’d just hired someone and forgotten to take down the sign. The next two pretended they didn’t even realize a sign was hanging in their window. All five of the businesses had been run by women. She decided to skip the next few on her list that were also boutique - type retail stores and head straight to the liquor stores and bars. One of those would have a male manager, and her spot would be guaranteed. Though she usually tried not to use any bit of her demon taint for ill use, getting a job would be a good thing and wouldn’t hurt anyone around her. So, in her mind she was almost doing a good deed.
    Luck was with her at the second liquor store. A balding , middle-aged man named Harvey owned it and needed an evening cashier.
    “I can work whatever hours you need me,” she said.
    He looked her over, keeping his gaze on her breasts for almost a full minute as he slowly nodded. “Yeah…good.”
    “So, have I got the job?”
    “Yeah, sure. You got the job. When can you start?”
    “Tonight.”
    “Yeah? Let me see your social security card.”
    She almost rolled her eyes at him suddenly remembering this was business, but refrained as she pulled it from her purse. She had a valid ID , too , thanks to Rafe’s brother, Cam. One of the first things Rafe had done for her was make sure she had up - to - date paperwork. The bars she’d been working in hadn’t cared much one way or another, but he’d wanted her to be able to get more steady work. Fat lot of good that did. She wasn’t cut out for an office job. Never mind her purple-tinted hair and cartilage piercings. Most people got the odd vibe her demon side threw out and didn’t want her around. The drunks and drug-addled didn’t seem to care or notice.
    “Yeah, all right,” Harvey finally said. “Be here at seven tonight and Mark will train you. I’ll leave him a note.”
    “Great. Thanks.”
    She took back her social security card and walked out the door. She couldn’t wait to tell Rafe. Just as she was snapping her seat belt into place , a sharp pain pierced her head. She grabbed it in both hands and barely stifled a scream. This was bad . Very, very bad. She wasn’t prone to migraines and rarely got sick like a normal human. Every time her body did something unexpected it always turned out to be something horrific.
    As soon as the pain passed she started the car and headed home. Whatever was about to happen, she wanted it to happen once she was safely back in Rafe’s house. More for the protection of everyone around her than herself. She hoped he wasn’t home yet.
    …
    Rafe sat at a table in a diner near downtown Houston , waiting on breakfast with his brother. He rubbed his temples with his fingertips as he tried to concentrate on what Zerach was telling him. Finally he noticed his brother had gone silent. He looked up to find concern in Zerach’s gaze.
    “It’s nothing. Just a headache.”
    The disbelief on his brother’s face wasn’t unexpected.
    “Yeah, sure,” Zerach said. “Since