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Marcus Malone knew when he was being hunted. He’d spent too much time being prey not to know that feeling.
He glanced back over his shoulder, his nostrils flaring. He didn’t see anyone, didn’t smell anyone, but he knew some bastard was out there. Hunting.
I need to get out of this city.
Perseus had burned. Those flames had lit the night, and he’d escaped that hellhole, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—something—had risen from the flames.
Coming after me.
There was only one person in this town he trusted. One woman who’d been through the fire.
Maybe he should have been afraid of her. After all, Jana had been the one to hunt him before. She’d also been the one to hold back the fire because she’d realized he wasn’t the sadistic killer Perseus had made him out to be.
And she’d come back for me. He’d caught her scent over the fire and looked up and Jana had been there. She’d pulled him from those flames in the swamp. Saved his ass.
So he’d returned the favor. He’d gotten her away from the cops. Gotten them both to safety.
But this town wasn’t safe. He swiped a hand over his brow. Not nearly fucking safe enough. Jana thought her demon could protect her.
Her eyes had been so dark. “If you need me, I’ll be with Zane.”
“You really think you can trust him?”
A faint smile had lifted her lips. “He’s one of the good guys.”
Marcus didn’t have a lot of experience with good guys. He didn’t trust the demon, but he did trust Jana. She’d studied him. Looked beneath the surface. His hands were stained with blood, but that kill—he’d just been avenging his Rita.
Rita.
A blinding pain shot through his head. Those fucking headaches. Every time he thought of Rita, his head seemed to rip open.
He pushed through the bushes and stumbled toward the house on Louis Avenue. Jana would help him. He’d tell her about the eyes on him because those eyes could be turning to her. He and Jana were linked. Whoever was after him—the SOB could come after her, too.
Together, they’d be stronger. Those bastards at Perseus had made him so weak. That bitch had come and touched him, while Beth had stood back and laughed. She’d touched him then?—
Weak.
He was still weak. Too weak. Almost like a human. And the headaches—sonofabitch, they hurt.
He stumbled and nearly fell onto the porch. The house was dark, but it was late. The demon had to be there, with Jana. They had to?—
“Wondered how long it would take for you to crawl out of those shadows.” The voice whispered from the darkness.
It was a voice Marcus knew. He froze. No, no. But he turned his head and fucking sure enough, the asshole was there. Smiling at him.
“Did you really think going to the fire whore would save you?” The insidious whisper slipped right under his skin. Marcus kept his eyes on his stalker, aware of the sweat that had burst from his skin, even on the chilly night.
“Jana’s been here, hasn’t she?” the bastard asked.
But she wasn’t there now. Marcus heard nothing from the house. Jana. He needed her, but she was gone. Hell.
The bastard looked up at the house. “Been in bed with her demon?” Laughter. “Who would have thought? He was supposed to kill her, not screw her.”
Marcus’s claws should have been out. They should have been out and his teeth should be razor sharp. But he wasn’t changing. Because that little bitch had touched him.
You’ll be normal, Marcus. Isn’t that what you want? To be normal? To have a life? No more pain, no more monster. Just a man.
She’d let the girl touch him. Then…
