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The vamp smelled like a graveyard. Jana tried real hard not to inhale too deeply.
“You’re alive because I want you to hunt,” he snarled, “and you hunt who I say. I’m the one in charge, bitch.”
“Jana!” Oh, finally, Zane’s voice. Talk about taking his sweet time.
“He’s the prey. The first you’ll take down for me.” The freak licked her neck. Licked her. “And I want him to suffer.”
What? Zane? He wanted her to attack Zane?
“Show me just what you can do, bitch. Kill him or die.”
She nodded weakly. Because, really, what choice did she have?
He released her, finally moving those claws away from her heart. The wounds he’d made ached as they throbbed dully. Her head sagged forward. She inched toward the light. Toward Zane. He was running fast. Racing to get to her.
“Kill him.”
She glanced back at the vampire hiding in the shadows. Jana took two more steps away from him, turning so that she had the best view of his hulking body, and then she smiled.
“I’m not still in this town just so I can be your bitch,” she whispered and let the frightened act vanish. The vampire froze, and she knew he’d gotten a good look at her face. Her eyes. “I stayed to take you out.” He’d been her main target all along, but she’d missed him that first night. Then he’d gotten the jump on her. Sometimes, a woman had to wait and find her perfect killing time.
Now.
And here she’d thought it would be hard to lure the vampire to her. All she’d had to do was light the right fire under his little demon minion, and she’d gotten his personal attention.
“No!” He lunged at her.
But she wasn’t in the mood to get her heart torn out right then.
* * *
Zane raced into the alley, his legs pumping, adrenaline powering his blood.
And he smelled flames.
Then he saw the fire sputtering near the dumpster. He waved his hand, and the flames quieted.
“Jana?”
She wasn’t there. He crept forward and stared down at the charred remains on the ground. Fuck. The stench stung his nose.
“Jana!” But she was gone, and a hot fury began to burn in his gut because Zane realized that he’d been played. For the second time, he’d been taken in by a pretty, lying face. A face that hid a real monster behind the cloak of innocence.
He snatched out his phone. Called Pak. One ring and his boss picked up. “We’re gonna need a cleanup crew on Range Line Road.” Dammit. Played. “And you were right.” He paused a moment, watching the smoke drift in the air. “The woman’s not a victim.” An Ignitor’s back in town.
* * *
The demon was strapped to the table, his legs and arms secured, and the blood had dried on his face.
“I thought I told you that Jude would be taking over the Jacobson case.”
Zane shrugged at Pak’s words. “The bastard came after me. What did you want me to do? Let him walk away?”
“Not you, asshole!” Jacobson tried to lunge up, but the straps held tight. “I was after her!”
Zane pulled over a chair and got real close to the demon. Close enough to touch. To hurt. “Who is she?”
Jacobson would be transferred out soon enough. Pak had plans for the guy, but first… “Where did you meet the woman?” Zane pressed. Jana. Was that even her real name? Jude was running a search on her. Maybe the shifter would turn up some intel on the name, but in the meantime?—
