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Well, look at you. Quite a little fighter, you are. Let’s take care of that, shall we?
A band of cold, hard steel wraps around my mind, silencing my cries, my thoughts.
Nope. Uh-uh. Not this time, Bub. I fight against his trap and snap the band around my consciousness in two.
I don’t know who you think you are, asshole, but if you don’t get the fuck out of my head—
The demon cackles, and it’s like shards of glass in my ears.You’re strong-minded, I’ll give you that. But if you think you can command me, you’re sorely mistaken.
I can’t keep the smirk from my tone.Wanna bet?
The demon laughs again.Sure. Why not? Go ahead, little girl. Give it your best shot.
I don’t need to take a breath or gather my courage. I simply close my eyes andshovehim with all my might.
What the… How is this possible?
His last word stretches out, growing more faint, more distant before it finally disappears.
Rhygel, you good?
Possibly more impressed and turned on than I’ve ever been, Lily.
But while I was focused on kicking out the squatter in my brain, I didn’t notice the explosion.
Or hear the screaming.
It’s happening,Rhygel says and whisks us into the soul plane.
Spark after burning white spark floats toward us like supercharged fireflies. But I can only focus on one thing.
Did you see Michelle? Is she OK?
I did not see her, Lily.
We have to stop. We have to…
She’s possessed with a demon reaper, love. The explosion didn’t harm her.
But will the demon?
I don’t know. But I truly hope not.
My brain can’t decide if trying to help Michelle, despite not knowing how, is worse than letting Rhygel collect souls and hopefully win the trial.
I’d have to kick Rhygel out to do it. But as it is, I don’t even know where Michelle is. I can barely see past all the glowing new souls.
But I keep trying, staying alert for a flash of blonde hair even through Rhygel’s control of my body.
He’s eating soul after soul, and he’s got room for plenty more, when a battering ram crashes into our side.
We tumble out of the soul realm, landing hard on the sand.
Ooof. What the hell was that?I groan.
Rhygel opens my eyes and a tiny socialite with pearl earrings hanging from delicate gold clasps is on top of us, her face twisted in an inhuman expression.
“Keep your filthy little hands off my souls,” she screeches and hops off us to continue reaping.
