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Demon.

I heard Jezebel whisper my Wolf’s name, but her mouth was not moving.The darkness in me seemed to revel in the fact she was using our matebond to communicate, calling my Wolf with it.

I was not a good man.Definitely not a good Wolf.I didn’t fancy myself a knight in shining fur, but for her, for my sweet Angel I was something, alright.I was dangerous.

Deadly.

For Jezebel, I would tear apart this world and the next.I washers.

Her weapon.

Her vengeance.

Her shield.

This woman owned me, and I would fight everything and anything in the material and spirit worlds to ensure her safety.

I could never be content without her by my side.I knew that as surely as I knew the sky was blue.

I belonged to Jezebel Brayden.Just like she belonged to me.

Wholly and completely.

There was no going back to how it was before.And if anyone, ghost, supernatural, or human, tried to take her from me, well, let’s just say I pitied them.

I pitied them all.

Chapter Thirteen-Jezebel

Blue and green lights shimmered around me and I knew I was safe in Emmet’s arms the second I could breathe again.

But before that, when everything had gone all dark and misty, and I couldn’t breathe or blink or move, I admit, I panicked.

It was a little while before he came racing to my side like a dark avenging angel—but no, not an angel, a Demon,my Demon—in midnight fur with emerald fire in his eyes, and it was then my worst fears revealed themselves.

See, I had only just found him, and I didn’t want to leave him so soon.It was way too soon for this kind of emotion, but I was almost one hundred percent positive I was in love with the sexy Wolf Shifter.

I wanted to lash out against the cruel universe for showing me what it meant to find someone like him only to take him away in a heartbeat.But those shades surrounded me and started doing whatever they were doing, and well, I thought it was all over.

Everything.

My one chance at happiness.

My future.

My very life.

I didn’t know what was happening to me before it was almost too late.One minute, I was running outside to chase some birds off the last of my herb garden and the next, I was surrounded.

Shades seemed to come at me from every direction, and they were pissed.Angry apparitions were a force to be reckoned with, and while I typically stayed ahead of that sort of behavior by taking care of the most persistent if and when I could, I admit, I’d been lax as of late.

Thoughts of Emmet had swirled in my panicked brain and when I saw Demon coming for me, I swear my heart damn near imploded with love for the man and the Wolf he harbored inside of him.

I would have cried in relief if I could have moved.

“I got you,” Emmet growled in my ear as he swapped fur for skin and lifted me off the cold ground.

I made a pitiful sound, wanting to speak to him, to hold him, but I was still in the grips of whatever this was.I couldn’t even lift my arms.

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