Midnight Craving: Midnight Vice, Book 1 by Lolita Lopez Read Free Book Online

services. “Go and God be with you.”
    “Thanks.”
    Isla focused on Jace and teleported back to him. He paced the front yard, shouting into his phone as he
    watched black smoke boil from the interior of his SUV. She heard sirens in the distance and gestured for
    Jace to wrap up his call to the Midnight Vice headquarters.
    Jace cut short his request for a BOLO on the Porsche. He stared at her extended hand. “Where are we
    going?”
    “To get my car and kick some demon ass.”

Chapter Four
    Jace sagged as his feet finally touched solid ground in what appeared to be a parking garage. He hated
    teleporting. It just wasn’t natural for bodies to move through time and space like that. It was also an
    irksome reminder of the stark differences between them. While demons and archangels could appear
    anywhere at will, only the descendants of demons inherited that trick. It had to do with the laws of
    temptation.
    Isla patted his back and told him to breathe. He shot her an annoyed look. Before he could offer a
    snappy retort, his eyes landed on the silver ’69 Chevelle SS right behind her. “Whoa!”
    “My baby.” A broad grin on her face, Isla fished a key ring from her pocket and unlocked the passenger
    door. “It was Daddy’s project car. He never got around to fixing it up while he was alive. Took me years to
    learn enough to do it myself.”
    “Why have I never seen this before?” Jace ran his hands over the wide black racing stripes on the hood.
    “I would have noticed this in the parking lot at work.”
    Isla shrugged. “This is my pleasure vehicle. Besides, it’s just easier to skip between work and home. If I
    wasn’t so damned tired, we’d make chase like that, but I just don’t think I have the energy today.”
    At her weary tone, Jace gave her the once-over. She looked a bit deflated and haggard around the eyes.
    “I don’t want you expending yourself, Isla. Renata’s likely to put up a hellacious fight. You’re going to
    need your strength.”
    “And supplies.” Isla walked around and popped the trunk.
    Jace whistled as he took in the stockpile she had hidden there. “And here I was worrying we’d have to
    hit up headquarters for a resupply.”
    Smiling, she snatched a backpack from the trunk and shoved it into his hands. “I’d prefer it if you
    didn’t open any of the demon-vaporizing powders and potions in there. It’s windy and a face full of that
    shit really stings.”
    Jace nodded as he rifled through the backpack and considered the finer points of fighting demons with
    a half-demon at his side. He pulled out a handful of bullet clips. “I’ll stick to the modified rounds.”
    “Good choice.” Isla slammed the trunk closed. “ Vamos.”
    Jace slid into the passenger’s seat and exchanged some of his vampire-killing weapons for demon-
    vanquishing ones. The car roared to life, his seat vibrating beneath him. He heard the snap of Isla’s lap belt
    and glanced over.
    Her eyebrows lifted. “I’d buckle up if I were you.”
    Jace didn’t have to be told twice. He dropped the clips in his lap and grappled for his lap belt. He’d
    barely snapped it in place when Isla pressed the clutch and gas and shot out of the parking space. She sped
    down the curving levels of the garage, wheels squealing, feet moving back and forth between the pedals
    with the barest of pauses.
    When they reached the exit facing out on a busy downtown street, he expected the vehicle to stop—but
    it didn’t. Eyes wide, he pumped an imaginary brake. They raced onto the street, the tail end of the Chevelle
    swinging wide before it snapped straight. Miraculously, they fit into the tiniest space between speeding cars.
    “Jesus Christ!”
    “Calm down,” Isla chided, her hand effortlessly guiding the gear shift as she depressed and released the
    clutch. “You know I can see things.”
    “I don’t care.” Jace gripped his lap belt and eyed the dashboard. He cursed the lack of airbags. “For all
    we