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“You murdered that guy.”
Of course, the guy was trying to kidnap me, but murder seemed an extreme punishment. Jude’s brow creased together as he snipped the other side close to the skin. He continued pressing and taping a thin bandage along the cut in silence for a moment.
“That is one way to see it.”
“There’s another way?”
“Of course. I expelled a demon from this world, keeping the monster from doing further harm to the human populace.”
“Human populace? Who says that?”
He glanced at me as if he didn’t understand the question.
“Okay, whatever. But you didn’t expel him as you did with that little demon at the club.”
“Lower demon, not little. There’s a difference.”
“YoukilledPit-bull boy.”
His mouth quirked on one side as he put his surgical things back into the kit, seemingly unperturbed by the accusation.
“You have interesting nicknames for people, Genevieve Drake. I’m intrigued to know what name you might have for me.” Dark, exotic eyes focused their full attention on my face, cheeks, lips, then finally on my eyes.
Breathe in, breathe out.
“Stop changing the subject,” I snapped.
“You don’t understand.” He draped one finely muscled arm along the back of the sofa, effectively enclosing me in, his broad chest hovering over mine. I wasn’t cold anymore. The shivering was long gone. “Pit-bull boy, as you called him, was fused with the human. There was no other way to expel the demon.”
“Fused? Like permanently?”
“I have never seen a fused demon separate from its human host. The only way is to expel them both.”
“By death.”
A slow nod.
“So you mean, Fabio was just a helpless dude flipping his pretty hair, working his model day job when along came a demon, jumped in and fused to him?”
His mouth quirked up on one side. “The host must accept the demon’s presence, which requires more time than the average possession by a lower demon, but yes, that is correct.”
“So Sandy-hair, I mean that guy at the club on my birthday, he wasn’t fused.”
A shake of his head.
I chewed my lower lip. “So now Fabio is basically condemned to death. Once you get a hold of him, that is.”
“And I will,” he countered quickly.
“But that’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Genevieve. Surely you know this by now.”
My mother. I knew that truth very well.
He shifted on the sofa, bringing his body an inch or two closer. My heart responded, pounding harder.
“No one is purely innocent who is fused to a demon,” he continued. “A demon, lower or high, can’t enter any being that is not, shall we say, receptive to the dark lure. That includes a Vessel.”
