Tegan was certain she saw that damned Hingo demon, and he wanted to be sure he didn’t lead it right to her place. The speedometer crept up while he kept replaying the night in his mind. “Watching for flashing lights?” He shook his head. “Nope. Tails.” “Tails? As in people following us?” She peered into the mirror on the passenger side. “You think he’s behind us somewhere?” Gabe tightened his grip on the wheel. “He’s been searching for you. The minions he’s sent are tracking his scent in your body.” Tegan winced. “You’re kidding.” “That scar doesn’t have a scent for you, but for a minion, they’ll smell their master’s taint in a heartbeat. So far we’ve killed every demon who’s found you, so there’s no way your name or address has gotten back to him. Yet. He must be getting tired of waiting if he tracked you on his own tonight.
