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The man wanted blood—hers. Too bad for him. She was rather fond of living.
“Give me the bitch,” Henry growled. “And just walk the fuck away.”
Oh, um, no, that wouldn’t work so much as a plan.
Zane grabbed her hands, held tight, then shoved her at Jacobson. She staggered to a quick halt a few feet in front of Zane.
What the hell? Zane was supposed to be the damn good guy.
She blinked and shook her head. Not part of the plan.
“You want her?” Zane drawled. “Then come and get her.”
What? Asshole. Was he using her as some kind of freaking bait? She was not good bait.
Jacobson launched right at her, running hard and fast with his hands out, with death in his eyes, and she knew if he touched her, he’d rip her apart.
Dammit. She didn’t plan on dying. Not then, and certainly not by some low-budget demon jerk’s hand.
Jana yanked out the scalpel she’d stolen from the hospital and screamed as Jacobson’s foul stench choked her.
Not. Dying. Tonight.
Chapter Two
The woman—Jana—sliced Jacobson right across his injured arm. A hard, deep slice that had the demon howling—and Zane swearing.
Not an Ignitor. Pak was wrong. This woman couldn’t stir fire. Shit, if she could, she’d be burning Jacobson to ash, not screaming and stabbing with—what was that?—a scalpel.
Innocent.
And he had one rule. Just one. On his watch, no innocent woman would ever be hurt while he was there.
So when Jacobson knocked the scalpel out of her hands, and Jana stumbled back, Zane lunged forward and did what he’d been dying to do all night.
He got ready to kick some demon ass.
Zane caught Jacobson’s hand, squeezed hard and heard the demon’s breath whoosh out when the bones crunched. “Get behind me,” Zane ordered, and Jana rushed, nearly tripping as she hurried to obey.
A human. Small and defenseless. And Jacobson had been ready to kill her.
“Not your fight,” Jacobson gritted out.
“Asshole, I’ve been looking for this fight for days.” He grinned. “And if you hadn’t been hiding like the coward you are, I would’ve already kicked the shit out of you.”
Fear widened Jacobson’s black eyes as he struggled to break free of Zane’s hold. “I just want her.”
“You’re not getting her.” Playtime was over. He’d run his test on Jana. Seen what he needed to see. Not my target. Time to end the game.
Then the prick headbutted him. Well, tried to. Zane jerked back, punching out hard at the same time, and Jacobson fell to the ground.
Footsteps thudded behind him. Jana. Running away. “Wait!” His head swung toward her.
And that asshole demon charged him, grabbing Zane around the waist, and they both went down hard as they slammed into the pavement.
Jana kept running. The thud of her footsteps echoed in Zane’s ears.
“Don’t worry about the bitch,” Jacobson grunted, and oh, damn, but the guy’s face was wrecked. “The others will get her.”
