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Everyone turned to look at Zane and Jana—and they waited.
* * *
Kelly Thomas edged onto Zane’s porch with her gun drawn. She’d kept her eyes on the demon and tailed him back to his place and she’d seen the way the guy hightailed out of there. Like the devil was chasing him.
She could smell the blood, so she knew this wasn’t going to be good.
Kelly sucked in a sharp breath when she saw the body. The poor bastard. His throat had been sliced open, a sick smile that stretched far too wide.
The stench clogged her nose, and she stumbled off the porch. Wrenching out her phone, she dialed her contact with a press of her fingers. “Start a search for Zane Wynter and Jana Carter. What? No, I don’t care what Miller said. They just killed someone. Killed him. Send some agents and the cops out to 133 Louis Avenue.”
Her fault. Her fault that poor SOB was dead. She should have struck faster.
But there’d be more innocent blood lost. She was putting an end to this hell.
Time to eliminate the Ignitor and the demon that Jana had brought to her side.
* * *
Okay, having everyone stare at her was weird. Not like she was super comfortable being down there with the dead bodies, anyway.
The cop eyed Jana with a narrowed gaze. Seriously suspicious eyes. What else was new?
“Where’s Laura?” Catalina asked.
Jana blinked. “Who?”
“Laura,” the witch repeated. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know any Laura.” Jeez. Didn’t they realize what was happening? Zane had called and told them about Marcus. They should have been?—
“She’s about five-foot-seven, and she’s got long, straight brown hair. She wears glasses that are so thick—too thick. And her nose is crooked,” Catalina spoke with her eyes still locked on Jana, “like it’s been broken before, and she’s got a small black mole near the corner of her chin.”
The description had Jana’s heart racing.
Catalina ordered, voice trembling, “Tell us where she is.”
Jana took a deep breath. Then one more.
Zane’s arm brushed her side. “What the hell are you talking about, Cat? Look, the shifter is dead. He was sliced open on my doorstep. Pak is sending a cleanup crew over, but we’ve got a serious problem on our hands.”
“Yes,” the cop agreed. “You do.”
Jana realized her palms were starting to sweat.
“The survivors are being eliminated. One by one.” Okay, that witch’s voice was just eerie. So blank. So dead.
It took a minute for the words to sink in. Survivors. Oh, shit. “You mean Marcus?—”
“Someone’s not happy that the supernaturals got out of Perseus alive,” Catalina said. “I scried. I saw—I’m going to die.” The witch sprang forward in a sudden burst of motion and grabbed Jana’s shirt, yanking her forward, too. “Where the hell is Laura?”
“Catalina!” Zane lunged for the witch.
Nope, Jana didn’t need his help. The day she let a witch get the best of her in a fight—That day ain’t coming. The other woman was just embarrassing her now. Jana slammed her forehead into Catalina’s. The witch howled and those nails—more like claws—stopped digging into Jana’s shirt as Catalina stumbled back.
Jana fisted her right hand and got ready to punch the chick.
Zane’s fingers curled around her fist. “Easy.” His black stare glittered at her.
