Tommy asked, and I jumped, jerking the steering wheel of my Jeep so hard, I nearly drove into a tree. “Holy—crap.” I swerved the car back onto the road and slugged Tommy, who’d suddenly appeared in the passenger seat. “Ouch. Hey.” “Don’t ever friggin’ do that again. Got me?” “No doubt. Sheesh,” he said, rubbing the sore spot on his bicep. Then it dawned on me. He’d traveled fast enough to land in a moving car. Cool. It’d been nearly two weeks since my trip around the world with Eli. Two weeks of squeezing in combat practice between clients, two weeks of testing out my strength, my speed, my enhanced psychic gifts. I’d only been attacked once since the last demon got away, but I’d managed to slice off her head in the handicap bathroom stall in Walmart. I still felt like I didn’t know what was going on half the time and could never really shake the fear of being ambushed by some berserk demon.
