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Meanwhile, his past and present were colliding over the airfield of a sadistic bitch who was capable of everything. And the solution for him? Go up to the Sanctuary and sit around like a house cat.
Yeah, ’cuz that was going to help this situation.
Looking down at the pavement, he measured the five-story drop and then let his weight free fall. The landing sent shock waves of pain through his feet and up into his knees, and he sucked the sensations deep into him because it was easier than feeling his anger and sadness. Seeing Rahvyn had been like getting clocked in the head, and he was not over the injury to his already wounded thought patterns—but he wasn’t going to let his personal tragedy get in the way of his ability to do good hair.
Thank you, Miss Dupuis.
As he started for the loading dock, he didn’t even bother fronting like all he was going to do was observe. Although he was going to stay hidden for as long as he could—
“Come back for more?”
At the intrusion of the female voice, Lassiter closed his eyes as every inch of his skin tightened like he’d been lashed. For a split second, he imagined picking up the gray-and-black clown car Eddie and Adrian had gotten out of—and throwing it broadside at the demon who had shown up behind him.
Instead, he pivoted around calmly. And made sure his thoughts were locked down tighter than a vise.
Fucking hell, she was so ugly. From her long, luxurious brunette hair, to her full red lips, to the cleavage and the rest of her won’t-quit body, she was trash-pile vile, that Dior’s Poison she insisted on wearing a grape-based stench in his nose. Bracing himself for an up-and-down by those pit-black eyes of hers, he made sure his focus was on her and only her.
Nothing else.
No one else.
Especially not the five males who had infiltrated the building.
As the wind hit his back, the demon leaned in, her nostrils flaring. “What… the fuck.”
Shit, he’d slipped—
“You saw her.” Devina looked around the empty parking lot. “Where did you see her? You were with her—I can smell that female on you.”
“There is no female—”
The palm that came swinging at him was a high-flyer well landed, the stinging impact on his cheek and the clapping echo a wake-up that he didn’t need: His adrenal glands were doing just fine, thank you, ma’am.
Although he would have taken some satisfaction in getting under her skin in different circumstances.
“That’s why he left.” Those black eyes gleamed with menace. “It’s your fucking fault, you were just with your female.”
Lassiter shook his head. “I ate alone at a McDonald’s in the fucking boonies. Sorry, guess you’re confused.”
As she brought her arm up for another round of pickleball for the puss, he caught her wrist and jerked her back.
“Yeah, enough of that—”
“You know it’s never going to work out with her, right?” The demon leaned in, even though he was exerting enough pressure on her bones to powder them. “I fucked you and I took your virginity and you don’t have anything to give that stupid cunt. Every time you’re with her, you’re going to see me, and that’s what gets me mine. You’re ruined and I get mine!”
Her words were like a freight train coming fast and faster, and the culmination was a burst of energy that exploded out of her. The force was so great, he was blown off his feet, sent bottle-rocket high into the cold night air, his body crumpling into a ball like she’d wadded him up. Disorientated, he was aware of gravity pulling him back down, but his fall was a tumble, lights spinning around him.
Just before he hit the asphalt, he caught the total non sequitur of a neon palm tree glowing green and brown on a stretch of golden beach.
What the—
“Fuck!” he blasted, as the impact knocked all the oxygen from his lungs and carried the word in his head out to the rest of the world.
The pain was paralyzing. Then again, even though he was immortal in a corporeal illusion, bones were bones, and he was subject to the laws of compound fractures when he was in his body.
Compromised as he was, he was defenseless.
And the demon knew it. Devina took her own damn time coming over to him, and on the approach, her hair fanned out around her head, even though there was not enough wind hitting her to get that effect. Jesus, she looked like there were flames emanating from her.
Maybe the shit wasn’t her hair after all.
“He left me because of you,” she growled. “For me to have my love, you can never have yours.”
Lifting her hand over her shoulder, she summoned from the darkness a shadow that was shaped like a spear, the harnessed evil so tangible the muscles in her arms flexed as she held it aloft.
