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Zane was in the mood to get answers from the demon, and he would have those answers, one way or another.
“Fuck you!” Jacobson spat at him.
Zane blinked. “Wrong. Answer.” He drove his fist into Jacobson’s face. Payback could be a bitch.
“Ah, Zane?” Pak’s voice was completely flat.
Jacobson spit out a tooth. “You think…you’re so much fucking better than the rest…of us.”
Zane’s shoulders tensed.
Jacobson laughed. A ragged, rough sound. “But you’re worse. Under the skin…you’re worse!”
Zane smiled at him. “You really don’t want to see just how much worse I can be.”
Pak’s arm came down on his shoulder. “Zane.” A slight warning there.
Zane didn’t glance back at him. “This demon knows about your Ignitor, Pak.” A woman he’d literally had right in his hands—twice—and he’d let her slip away.
Because he was looking straight at Jacobson, he caught the demon’s flinch. Ah. “Where did you meet her, Jacobson?”
Jacobson’s lips firmed.
“Where?” Pak demanded.
“Some damn bar! Bitch came up to me.” His lips twisted, showing his bloodstained teeth. “She was all over me.”
Every muscle in Zane’s body locked.
“She wanted to leave, so I took her to my place. Then she tried to burn me!”
Tried? Succeeded. Those blisters would take a long time to heal, even with a demon’s enhanced recovery system.
“In the last two weeks, you’ve picked up three women from bars in the area,” Pak said, the words so calm he could have been talking about the weather. His hand lifted from Zane’s shoulder, and Pak came to stand at his side. “We found the body of your first victim. You took her to the vamps, didn’t you? You let them drain her dry.”
Jacobson stared up at him. His eyes burned with black rage.
Pak crossed his arms over his chest. “We haven’t found the second woman yet.”
The bastard laughed again. Laughed. “You won’t. There was nothing left of her. Not when the vamps finished.”
Put him down. Zane knew Jacobson wasn’t one of the demons that would be turned loose one day. You didn’t let a rabid dog back out to hunt.
“Then you came upon a new lady.” Pak’s voice pitched lower. “One who was ‘all over you.’”
“She was, she?—”
“Did this woman ask you anything?” Pak cut across his roaring words. “Did she say?—”
“The whore just burned me!”
“But you got to live,” Zane snapped. “Her last victim wasn’t so lucky.” He grabbed the knife from the sheath on his leg and put the blade right at Jacobson’s throat. “You’re not gonna be lucky much longer.”
“Zane.” Pak’s whisper.
Jacobson started to smile.
“Don’t slice too fast,” Pak continued. “You want him to feel the pain.”
