"True," Talon said with a short laugh. He rolled his shoulders. "And speaking of scary things, I need to leave. My guides are fading even as we speak."
Hunter faked a shiver. "I hate when you commune with the dead in front of me."
Talon gave him a droll, unamused stare. "Are you the asshole who sent the 'I See Dead People' T-shirt to me?"
Hunter laughed. "That would be Wulf. I thought he was joking about it."
"He wasn't. I got it three days ago. I am going to get him back for that." Talon looked at Amanda. "Keep her close."
Hunter nodded.
Talon glanced over his shoulder at one of the fire crews. "Is it just me or is the Apollite fireman behind me paying a little too much attention to us?"
"Yeah, I caught that, too. I think I should question him."
"Not tonight. Secure her first. I'll interrogate the Apollite."
Hunter cocked a brow in amusement. "Don't you trust me?"
"Hell, no, Greek. I know you too well." Talon headed back to his black Harley-Davidson and retrieved his helmet from the ground. "I'll e-mail you later with the results."
"E-mail?" Amanda asked. "Should I ask?"
Hunter shrugged. "We've come a long way. We used to pay runners to carry information between us."
"Ah," she said, then she noticed a solitary man standing across the street in the shadows. Instead of watching the fire, he seemed more concerned with Hunter and Talon.
Talon rejoined them.
"Question," Amanda whispered as she studied the gorgeous blond shadow across the street. "Are all Daimons blond?"
"Yes," Hunter said. "As are all Apollites."
"Then how can you tell an Apollite from a Daimon?"
"Unless they have us blocked, we can sense them," Talon said. "But the only way for a human to tell is that when an Apollite crosses over, a black tattoo-looking symbol appears in the center of their chest where the human souls gather."
"Ah," she said again, still watching the man who was watching them. "Tell me, do you think your targets are purposely putting the two of you together to drain your powers before they strike?"
The men gave her a puzzled look.
"Why do you say that?" Talon asked.
"Well, I'm no expert, but that guy behind you looks like a Daimon to me."
The words barely left her lips before a flash of light hit Talon straight in his back and sent him to the ground.
Hunter cursed as he shoved her toward the car. He leapt over it, and ran straight at the Daimon who had attacked Talon. The two of them locked arms and fell to the ground in a fierce struggle.
Amanda made her way to Talon. He was covered in blood. Her heart pounding, she tried to help him up, but before she could another Daimon attacked them.
Reacting on instinct, she grabbed the Celtic dagger from Talon's belt and caught the Daimon across the chest. The man hissed, then shrank back.
Talon came to his feet. Grabbing his dagger from her hand, he sent it flying into the back of the Daimon as he fled. The Daimon vanished in a flash of light.
Hunter came out of the darkness, his breathing labored as he retrieved Talon's dagger from the ground, then returned it to the Celt. "You all right?" he asked.
Talon grimaced as he flexed his arm. "I've bled worse. You?"