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herself over the fact that she had gotten him to do the impossible.
    â€œI miss you, Rose,” he breathed, his chest tight with the pain of her loss.
    He wanted to stay here where he felt her, but he couldn’t. No Dark-Hunter could remain in any old church for very long before the ghosts of the past came out to possess them.
    And he was too weak at this moment to fight them.
    Getting up, he made his way silently out back to the font, then out to the street.
    It was cool out, but nowhere near the coldness he felt inside himself. Gallagher headed down Chartres Street. He didn’t know where to go. He didn’t feel like going back to Sanctuary and there was no real need to hunt on Christmas Eve. Since most humans were at home with their families, the Daimons tended to stay in as well.
    â€œHel-lo!”
    He paused at the familiar sing-song voice. Turning around, he found “Simi” behind him.
    â€œHi,” he said, half-expecting to see Ash with her.
    But apparently she was out alone. Simi bounced up to him. “What’cha doing out here all alone?” she asked. “Did you forget how to find Sanctuary?”
    â€œNo. I want to be alone for a bit.”
    She cocked her head and frowned. “Why? Were the bears mean to you? Mama can get a bit cranky whenever I play with the cubs. She thinks I’m going to eat one, but bleh! They’re way too hairy. Now if she’d let me skin one, I might be interested.”
    He laughed in spite of himself. “Are you joking?”
    â€œOh no. I never joke about hairy food. It’s disgusting.” She looked up at him. “If they weren’t mean to you, then why did you leave?”
    â€œI don’t know. I guess I didn’t feel right being there.”
    â€œWhy?”
    He shrugged. “What are you doing out here?”
    â€œNot much. Akri is off with that red-headed demon so he said I could go play just so long as I don’t eat nothing not cooked by a human. But all my favorite places are closed so I thought I’d go find the bears myself and see if Jose, since he’s human, would make me up something good that wouldn’t make akri mad if I ate it.”
    â€œ Akri is Ash?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œAnd the red-headed demon?”
    â€œArtemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She’s the one who stole your soul.”
    â€œShe didn’t steal it.”
    Simi blew him a raspberry. “Of course she did. She steals everything.” She stood up on her tiptoes and stared into his eyes. “Hey,” she said, taking his chin in her hand so that she could move his head back and forth while she examined him. “You’re hurting in there. That would make akri very sad. He doesn’t like for his Dark-Hunters to hurt and the Simi don’t like it when akri is sad. Why are you hurt?”
    â€œI miss my family.”
    Releasing him, she nodded sympathetically. “I miss mine, too. My mama was good people. ‘Simi,’ she would say, ‘I love you.’ Akri loves me, too.”
    She tilted her head down so that he could see her horns which were now covered by what appeared to be very small knitted hats. “See, akri even gave me hornay warmers so my horns wouldn’t get cold. You want some hornay warmers, too?”
    This had to be the oddest conversation of his life. He didn’t know why he stayed here talking to her. Maybe it was her childlike manner. There was something very charming about her.
    â€œI don’t have horns.”
    â€œYou want some?” she asked hopefully. “I could give you some real colorful ones. Akri has some black ones, but he doesn’t let other people see them.”
    â€œAsh has horns?”
    â€œOh my, yes. They are quite lovely. Not as lovely as mine, but they are still very nice. The Simi would say she hopes you see them, but if you ever did, you’d be dead and I think the Simi would miss you. You seem very