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Yes, she knew the demon’s weakness, and if she played her game just right, she’d use that weakness to her advantage.
And maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t even have to get her hands dirty on this one. She could let the demon do the dirty work for her.
He could kill Jana Carter.
No, before she was finished, he would kill Jana.
Chapter Fourteen
“Did you take the deal?” His voice was expressionless.
Jana shook her head. “I wasn’t going to leave you there. I’d already seen what they did to paranormals.” Seen, and never been able to forget. “But Beth wasn’t the type to take no for an answer.”
The pealing of a bell echoed through the house. Jana’s eyes widened. His doorbell? Someone was downstairs?
Zane didn’t look away from her. “What happened?”
“She—the other psychic came at me. She was human. I didn’t want to hurt her?—”
The doorbell rang again.
“Zane,” she whispered, glancing toward the bedroom door, “what if…?”
“Whoever it is can go the fuck away.”
A furious pounding carried through the house. Their guest was slamming a fist into the door. “The wolf shifter, Marcus, I told him I was coming to you.” They hadn’t spoken much during their drive because, hell, what was there to say? They’d both just wanted to get away from that swamp as fast as they could.
He knew she’d been the one sent to kill him. He also knew she hadn’t carried through with her orders. Then they’d both become prisoners.
Until that night…
Freedom.
“So you did go with him.” An edge sharpened in Zane’s words.
She nodded and crept toward the bedroom door. “He was the one I told you about. The one Perseus wanted me to kill.”
The pounding stopped.
“Zane, what if it’s him or—” Or any of the other jerks who could be after her?
His gaze hardened. “Stay here.”
Sounded like a great plan to her.
He yanked on his jeans and hurried out of the bedroom. His footsteps thudded down the stairs. Her breath caught. Zane could probably handle anyone down there, but?—
“What the hell are you doing here, Tony?” Zane demanded, and his voice carried easily to her.
Shit. The cop. Jana scrambled for her clothes. She pulled on her jeans—no time to search for the underwear—and shoved her arms into her shirt as she tugged it over her head.
Tony. He didn’t know she was here. Zane would cover for her. It would be fine. She’d be able to leave after Zane got rid of the cop.
“Jana!” Zane’s booming voice exploded up the stairs.
Horror filled her. No, no, he wouldn’t just sell her out like that. Not after—after what? The sex? Like a man couldn’t turn his back on a woman just because they’d screwed.
Jana rocked back on her heels. What if it had been a trap? What if Tony had been watching the whole time, and Zane was just going to turn her over to him?
