As he fell to the ground in the exact spot where he’d plunged the same knife into me, the mark on my shoulder burned, my demon’s way of sayingwell done.
I watched as the life left Jax, and I knew exactly where he was going. The floor below limbo would serve him well for the next ten thousand years.
I smiled.
Mission completed.
The lesser stab wound on my leg would account for my blood present at the scene, and I traced my fingertips over it, feeling the warmth returning to my skin. I reached into my back pocket and found my phone before I dialed 911 and held it to my ear.
What a fucking night.
“Hello 911, what’s your emergency?”The small voice said on the other end of the line.
I sat down on the rocks and looked out over my town at the twinkling lights and the glow on the horizon.
Screwing a demon to come back to life… Not what I had on my bingo card this week, but here we are…
“I need to report an incident,” I said. “My boyfriend tried to kill me.”
The bite mark on my shoulder throbbed, and I smiled.
Because of my time in the limbo of the Underworld, I’d never be alone again. And now I could look forward to visiting the eternity of the afterlife when the time was right, knowing my demon lover would be there, waiting.
But for now, I guess I’ve got some living to do.