Wincing, I lifted a hand to my forehead, expecting there to be a big, nasty cut. It felt okay, just achy and sore, but otherwise okay, which was not something I could say about my current predicament. I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, completely wrong in itself. No one drove my car, and certainly not Kira. Shitbucket. The cunning demon had even strapped me in. How considerate. Yet, I was feeling anything but. A mess of emotions ranging from anger to confusion collided in my stomach as I recalled how she had knocked me out. That was a first. A demon getting the jump on me, and she was female. Not my brightest moment. If Travis had seen it… I never would have been able to live it down. I took stock. The demon inside me wasn’t beating to break free, and the pressure that had been clamping down on my chest was slowly lifting, degree by slow degree. And that meant only one thing—we were headed back to Illinois. The dream! Lexi. It might have only been just that—a dream—but I was done leaving things to chance.
