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Timing, timing, timing. “Catalina, chill, all right? I’ll be down in five.” No way was she leaving right then. No, she wanted a moment, okay, more than a moment, to just stay in the quiet and pretend the big, bad eternal monster wasn’t after her.
To pretend that she was just an ordinary woman wrapped in her lover’s arms.
“That’s not Catalina.”
Dee’s nostrils twitched. She smelled Catalina’s scent. The light mix of incense and roses. She turned in his arms. “Yeah, it is?—”
The door flew open and the light scent vanished. A spell? A trick? What?—
“Oh, hell,” she whispered.
Zane Wynter stood in the doorway, filling the frame, and his eyes glittered demon black.
Her time had run out. She knew he’d come for her. Come to keep the promise he’d given a year ago.
Zane had come to kill her.
Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t ready to die yet.
Chapter Twelve
“Zane, no!” Dee’s cry echoed in Simon’s ears. Fear.
Fury.
So the demon had tracked them? Big damn deal. He’d never been afraid of a demon, and he sure wasn’t about to start fearing one now.
Zane’s gaze scanned over them. Froze on the stake that Simon still gripped in his hand. “Were you planning to take her out, too?”
What? His brow furrowed and then the words registered. No, one word. Too. “The fuck you say.” He shoved Dee fully behind him. No way was a demon coming after his woman with death in his eyes.
“It’s what she wants.” The demon crossed the threshold. Strolled in and swung a blue bag from his shoulders. He shoved his hand inside the unzipped top and drew out a stake of his own. “What she’s always wanted.”
“You’re not touching her.” Killing the demon would be easy.
The only problem? He didn’t want to rip the man’s heart out, not in front of Dee. This demon had been her friend once.
A friend who was about to kill her.
“I won’t hide from him,” Dee said and her voice was clear. Strong. She stepped to Simon’s side, her chin up, her head back. The charred ends of her hair had vanished while she slept. Her blond mane was tousled around her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips bright red.
Sexy. The woman always looked so sexy to him.
“Dee.” The demon’s eyes swept her body once more. “You’re looking good for a dead woman.”
She shrugged.
“I take it that this asshole is the one who changed you?” Rage slipped past the ice in Zane’s voice. Cracked through.
“No.” Her hand brushed over Simon’s arm. “He’s the one who saved my life. More than once.”
A sad shake of Zane’s head. “So you’ve already gone to his side, huh, Dee? Already forsaken?—”
“I’m Born.”
The guy’s eyes bulged. “Bullshit.”
“It’s the reason my parents were killed. The reason the vamps came after me again and again. I’m Born, and I’m going to take out the bastard—Grim—who is on my tail.”
