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only explanation. Addie didn’t have two gorgeous men in her room. There was no talk of hunting demons, not to mention sex with both men. No. That was like combining the world’s greatest nightmare with her ultimate fantasy.
    It wasn’t happening at all.
    A shower would clear her mind. It had to.
    She closed the bathroom door and locked it. Pulled a drawer open to block the door so no one could pick the lock and shove it open. As much as she wanted to believe they weren’t real, she wasn’t about to play stupid. Then she turned on the shower, stripped out of her flannel nightgown and got under the spray.
    A nice, warm shower and she’d relax. And then, when she went back into her room her imaginary visitors would be gone and she’d be able to get a good night’s sleep.
    This was so far past bizarre, Addie figured she’d be laughing about it in the morning.
    Laughing, or hunting for a good therapist.

     

Chapter 3
     
     
    Locan folded his arms across his chest and cocked an eyebrow in Jett’s direction. “Well, that went well, don’t you think? Mayhap we should resort to charm?”
    “Fuck off.” Jett stared at the closed bathroom door. Hell, even Leah hadn’t been this hard to convince. Of course, he and Locan had snatched her from a roving band of Pequot natives who’d kidnapped her from a Connecticut colony back in 1637—a couple of reformed demons had probably looked like the lesser of two evils to the innocent young girl.
    No, Leah had been easy compared to this one, but she hadn’t caught his attention quite as powerfully. She’d been their partner, had done what they asked and kept the two of them from each other’s throats, but Jett knew Leah’s heart wasn’t in it. It never had been. He sensed that Addie could do more for them. She was stronger, more aware of her own power as a woman.
    More in tune with her own sensuality, her needs.
    Lights in the room blinked. Jett spun and stared at the door, sensed the pressure building. He directed a sharp glance at Locan. “There’s no time to woo her, my friend.”
    Locan’s head jerked in a quick nod of agreement and he disappeared. Jett winked out just as abruptly. The two of them materialized inside the steamy bathroom just as Addie stepped out of the shower.
     
    ***
     
    Addie rubbed the towel over her wet hair, bent at the waist and wrapped it tightly in a knot, and then straightened up. “Holy shit!” Reacting on instinct, she grabbed the towel Jett tossed at her and quickly wrapped it around herself. “What the fuck are you doing in here? How. . . ?”
    She glanced at the closed door and the open drawer still blocking it. Her heart pounded and it was hard to get enough air. She didn’t realize she’d backed up until her warm butt hit the cold tile counter.
    “There’s no time for this,” Jett said. “Whatever killed Leah is out there right now, in the hallway outside your front door. Locks won’t stop it, not any more than they stopped us. It could already be inside your apartment. We need to get out of here; go somewhere safe until we come up with a plan.”
    “But . . .” She glanced wildly from one man to the other. “I’m naked. I don’t have any clothes.”
    Locan shot a quick look at Jett and disappeared. Addie blinked. No, he was definitely gone. She heard a thump on the other side of the door, a low snarl and a curse. Jett held up one hand for silence. Addie kept her mouth shut, but her heart pounded loud enough to echo in the bathroom.
    She was almost sure she heard heavy breathing, and it wasn’t hers, but there was something else, a sense of something out there that didn’t belong. Almost as if she listened with a new level of hearing, as if her brain was interpreting things in a unique fashion she’d not been capable of before.
    Then Locan was back, appearing as suddenly as he’d gone. “Here. Put these on,” he whispered. “It’s out there. We don’t have much time.” He handed her a pair of jeans, a