Leave

I walked passed Pris and it took everything I had to not look at her gorgeous face. "Going out to do some research. Check up on the Kaine family, will ya?" I said. She was talking when the door shut. Yeah, I was feeling as nice and subtle as a jury duty notice. HE started up in his smoke and oil voice inside my head.

"You feel that? That yearning? Why not go back and make it right. Fuck her on the office desk. What harm is there in it? She wants it, you want it, and I want it; and everyone feels great in the end. You know you want to feel her hot, slick cunt slide over your cock. I know you do, and so do I, and does she..."

I stop and look at the insane reflection of myself, all crystalline in the iced glass window of another business's door, and whisper "Maybe I don't want no one to be happy today," and I walk on. I get the impression he "ha-rumphed" in my head. I chuckle.

"Goddammit!" I mutter as I open the front door to the office building. The wind is whipping everything up into an insane whitened-out mess. I pop my collar and let my boiling blood keep me warm as I make my way to the jalopy. I rip a parking ticket off of it and wad it up without looking at it and slide in.

I can't feel my heart. Its stopped. I panic and wait for it to restart. I take long, deep breaths. "Goddammit, Y." I mutter as I thump my chest. I need to feel it. "Make it pump or I swear to Christ I'll drink us to **** right here!" I rip the car bottle out of the dash and unscrew the top.

"No." He says in his decadent and dusty voice. "You are about to throw us in the path of at least a hundred bullets. I'm low on power, you are hungover, and you know what I need."

He was right. I hated it, but he was right. This was the type of case that I had to accept that Daimonic help was the only kind that mattered. "So, what do you want?" I mutter, hating to admit defeat.