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Dammit.
Zane hauled out his phone and punched in a number. His jaw flexed as he waited. Waited.
Erin pushed forward on her toes.He could be dying.
“Dee! Dee—where’s Jude? What? No, I don’t have time—just tell me which damn den!” His eyes widened and Erin caught—“Jamestown? You sure? Fuck.” He ended the call, his fingers whitening around the small phone.
“Zane?”There had been so much blood.
Won’t. Lose. Him.
“He’s in a demons’ den on Jamestown.” He shook his head. “We can’t go there. There’s no way you can?—”
Jamestown.Erin spun away from him and ran for the double doors.
“Wait! You won’t find the den. You’ll never be able to?—”
She wrenched open the courtroom door. Hesitated.Demons’ den.Her neck craned as she glanced back at him. “You can find it.”
His face paled.
“If you don’t, he’s dead.”
“Dammit.” His hands clenched. “Then let’s go to hell.”
* * *
“A demons’ den is like a crack house.” Zane stared at the dark building before them. “Only much, much worse.”
Erin didn’t really care how much worse the place was. Yes, the place looked like some kind of hole in the wall, but if Jude was inside, she was bringing him out. “You sure this is the place?”
“Yeah, yeah. Dee said he was following a lead on your stalker.”
Jude was going to die because of her. The thudding of her heartbeat filled her ears.No. Not for me.
Erin jumped up the cracking steps.
“Wait. There’ll be a guard, armed. Always is at a place like this. He’ll?—”
Erin kicked in the door. The wood exploded under her foot, shattering instantly. She barreled forward and ignored the scrapes along her arms and face.
“Hey, bitch, what the fuck?”A big, lanky male with pitch black eyes ran at her, spittle flying.
Erin caught him with her claws, right in the chest, and shoved the bastard back about ten feet. He hit the wall, sent plaster flying, and sank to the floor.
He didn’t get up.
A long whistle behind her. “Okay, you’re scary,” Zane said. “And someone is stalkingyou?”
Her gaze snapped to the left, then the right. Old furniture. Freaking rats running around. Enough dust to clog her nose and numb her sense of smell butno Jude.“Where is he? You said this was the right place!Where is he?” So she sounded hysterical. If there was ever a time for a freak-out, it wasnow.
Zane’s stare swept the room. Then the floor. “What’s that?”
Two deep grooves dug into the old wood. Erin stared at the markings. They’d started next to the far wall and they ended at the big, scarred chest on the other side of the room.
“Something’s behind it, something’s?—”
Erin bounded across the room. The chest had to be seven feet high and maybe four feet wide. She rubbed her damp palms on her thighs. Then she grabbed one side of the chest and shoved.
