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"What do you want, Dad?"
"You took care of an old friend of mine. Now I want you to take care of an old friend of yours."
"Who?"
"Victor Kravitz."
My heart sank.
Just to make sure there was no question, my father amended, "Agent Victor Kravitz."
"What do you want?"
"Bury him alive, my girl." My father's voice seemed to curl around the words like smoke, full of self-satisfaction. Then he raised his voice slightly, as if he were addressing a crowd. "Now the three of you will see what she really is. She'll always be mine...not yours."
* * *
Nothing was moreimportant than protecting my men.
Not even my soul.
Remington found Victor Kravitz's address. It took a while, given he was living under an assumed name.
He wasn't stupid. He knew that the Demon was loose, and he had to know the Demon would come for him.
I wished that was going to be enough to save him.
Victor was living two states over. The Demon had only given us 24 hours for me to text back that my part of the job was complete.
The drive was silent and tense. Even Remy didn't have anything to say for once. Every now and then, Stellan would glance over at me, looking as if he wanted to say something to comfort me...but there was nothing to say. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to think about what was going to happen once we arrived at Victor's address.
"So what's the plan?" Cain asked.
"You heard the Demon. He wants me to do this alone."
"And...can you handle that?" Cain asked. "I want you to do what it takes to save Pax, but not if we lose you."
His brusque, matter-of-fact tone grounded me in what we had to do.
Victor Kravitz didn't deserve to be one of the Demon's victims.
"Yeah," I said.
"Who is this guy?" Stellan asked. "Why does the Demon want him dead?"
"Agent Kravitz was my contact bringing my father down," I said. "If one agent is responsible for putting the Demon in prison...it's him."
And it had also felt like Agent Kravitz was my friend.
I knew that was probably just the agent manipulating me. But still.
"No wonder the Demon wants him dead."
"And no wonder he wants you to do it."
I nodded grimly. I needed to stop thinking about Agent Kravitz as a human and start thinking about him as a job.
When I was a scared teenager afraid to defy the Demon, Agent Kravitz had been patient and kind. He had met with me at various fast food locations, offering protection, guidance, and french fries as I tried to escape my father's clutches. He had been the one to convince me I could turn against my father and bring him down.
