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gone.”  
    “With a hot warrior no less,” Adrianna teased. “You’re afraid to tell Storm.”  
    Evalle didn’t have the energy to argue.  
    Isak would not wait long. The last time she’d ignored him, he’d sent his black ops team to snatch her off the street.  
    Then he’d served her a mouth-watering Italian meal.  
    A profiler would have a field day with the men in her life, but the only one who mattered was Storm.  
    Evalle widened her stance and said, “I’m dealing with the Isak situation as soon as Storm is back.”  Sounded perfect. Confident. Decisive.  
    A total lie.  
    Adrianna snapped her fingers. “Anyhow, as I was saying, I need to meet with you and Storm about our deal.”  
    There went Evalle’s fantasy about the down time VIPER had promised her this week. But Adrianna had helped Evalle and Storm several different times. They both owed her major debts. Plus Adrianna had yet to say what she wanted, and Evalle smelled a secret. “I’ll check with Storm. If he’s good to go, I am.”  
    “I don’t have much time—”  
    The suspicious guy stepped back into Evalle’s line of vision once more, stared in her direction, then turned to walk away from her and Memorial Hall.  
    Evalle lifted her hand. “Wait a minute.”    
    Adrianna huffed, “What now ?”  
    Evalle kept her eyes on Mr. Khaki Pants as she told Adrianna, “There he is. I’ll be right back.”  
    Adrianna leaned to look in the same direction Evalle had been watching. “I’m supposed to be your backup.”  
    “Look, this may be nothing more than my eyes playing tricks on me because of all these damn lights,” Evalle explained, “But that’s the guy. I saw something odd happen to his face earlier.”  
    “What kind of odd?”  
    “It was just a blur. I can’t call in a blurred face or I’ll never hear the end of it at headquarters. Just stay here and keep an eye on the crowd. If I’m not back in fifteen minutes, call in the cavalry.”  
    “Fine, but I’m not going to deal with Tzader going off on me if you get hurt.”  
    “He won’t.” Tzader Burke was Maistir of the North American Beladors, and one of Evalle’s two best friends. “He’ll go off on me ,” Evalle assured her and hurried forward, weaving her way through miniature Santa stalkers.  
    If she could just catch one more flicker of change in that guy’s outward appearance, she’d know for sure what she’d seen before hadn’t been an optical illusion created by all the mash of lights around her.  
    Her special sunglasses shielded her eyes from normal city lights at night, but this place was uber-bright. Give her pitch dark anytime, where she could see without eye protection.  
    Taking off her glasses would reveal unnatural neon-green eyes, but more critical, it would leave her blind and vulnerable. As dead tired as she was, the glare from the screaming-white strings of Christmas decorations in this park might be tricking her eyes.  
    Wind whistled through nearby bony branches, jangling leaves that hadn’t fallen and offering an eerie background to the jolly event as Evalle moved away from the crowd noise.  
    She curled her chilled fingers, working out the stiffness in case she had to use the spelled dagger hidden inside her jacket.    
    Khaki Guy hadn’t acted like any demon she’d ever gone after.  
    Decisions, decisions.  
    There’d been no demon sightings in the Atlanta area for five whole days—until this evening here in Stone Mountain.  
    Everyone had thought the recent infestation had been put to bed. VIPER was adamant about getting this corner of the country back under control before the trolls made good on their threat and informed the humans that monsters lived among them.  
    That would be pandemonium.  
    The man she trailed slowed to watch a family walking toward Memorial Hall, then he kept moving.  
    If the potential demon-in-khaki-slacks wasn’t raising hairs on the neck of anyone in this crowd,