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Lykae. And an angry wolf was unpredictable. The other demon narrowed his eyes at her, then at Alex. If a Lykae called to his inner beast, he could kill several demons without breaking a sweat—two would be a piece of cake.
    “She’s fine now. No harm, no foul. The potion, though, that should be your concern.”
    The potion? What potion? she wanted to ask, but since Alex was still breathing hard and watching Mr Ugly as if he wanted to wring his neck. She stayed silent, knowing now was not the time to ask Alex questions. Instead, she soaked in every detail of him. His hair was shorter, the brown strands messy as if he’d run his hands through it too many times before coming here. His shoulders looked bigger in his neatly buttoned pale-blue shirt. He wore the twenty-first century well, but she could still see the cold-blooded killer—the Lykae she supposed—underneath it all. She could close her eyes and the vision of him six hundred years ago broke through her mind. Would she ever forget the way he’d dismissed her with disgust and left her standing in the crowded market more alone than she’d ever been in her life?
    Obviously not, Sorcha. Focus on the here and now!
    “Aye, hand it over,” Alex said, ripping her from the past more effectively than she’d been able to. She swallowed hard.
    “We want paid first—”
    “You get paid only when I have what we agreed on.”
    The demon growled, wiping a hand over his neck, and looked indignant at the blood. He pointed at Alex with a shaky hand. “We want more. You never said she was the head of her coven, nor that she was—”
    “You didn’t ask, you took the job, you deliver, you get paid what we agreed,” Alex interrupted in a low growl. “Be lucky I dinna send you back to hell missing your damn heads.”
    She had an idea he didn’t mean the ones they were trying to think with either.
    Alex advanced on both demons, clearly getting worked up again. “What the hell were you thinking bringing her here half-naked?” He moved closer and jerked the outraged assassin off his feet again as if he weighed nothing. “Answer me.”
    The guy shook his head. “She was asleep. The fire breed never even knew we spiked the tea he brought her. We had to grab her when she was sleeping, that’s all, I swear.”
    “Fire demon?” Alex didn’t relax his grip, but he swung an angry look at her. She frowned and backed up a step. “Dinna even think to escape.” With that snarl, he turned back to the assassin.
    “Look, she had a man—a fire demon—at her place. We put the potion in the tea he brought her. She never knew she even took it, okay? Let up, would ya?”
    Mr Ugly’s sidekick shifted his feet and drew a nasty, saw edged knife from his waist. “We want the rest of our promised fee, wolf.” He jerked his head at his partner. “Let him go.”
    Alex grumbled something at them both. With a snarl, he released the demon hard enough to make the man stagger back several feet before he could stand upright again.
    Alex nodded tightly and reached inside his coat.
    Goddess, he was here to buy her!
    He pulled something out she couldn’t see then handed it to the kidnapper she’d headbutted. In exchange, she watched as Alex took something from him.
    “Twice a day, once at the midnight hour. Don’t be late or she won’t be anyone’s date,” the bigger demon joked.
    A chill skittered down her spine.
    Take it? Take what?
    “But her powers? They are bound?” Alex asked.
    The smaller, uglier little jerk nodded almost gleefully. “Oh, yes, most assuredly.”
    Alex didn’t budge. She’d heard of how suspicious he was of anyone not a pack member. It was amazing that he dealt with demons at all. Had he lowered his standards for kidnapping her?
    “Even from a warlock? He won’t be able to sense her power?”
    The assassins exchanged an uneasy glance.
    From a warlock? What warlock?
    The taller one said, “Her powers are as good as gone.”
    Her powers were as good as gone.