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I poured myself into my Mercedes, checking the back seat for goblins before I started the engine.
“Jesus Christ!” I jolted awake, heart leaping into my throat until I practically choked on it. I scrambled backward so quickly that I nearly tumbled from the bed. Fauna winked from where she’d been staring at me, waiting for me to open my eyes. “Not quite, but you’re getting closer. Cool guy. He put his clairsentience to way better use than your dumb ass. Hate his fan club, though.”
But at the end of the day, pierce the veil and you’re left with us.
As it turned out, the devil did not, in fact, wear Prada.
