Page 22 of Jezebel's Liberation

“She can go.”

I jerk a nod at Abyss before turning away from him and striding into the room Jez has been in for the last two days. Soul’s old lady played dirty after she agreed to finish that last bag of fluids before leaving and brought Harper in to visit Jez, and after that, Jez agreed to stay until Abyss officially cleared her.

Unfortunately, her one condition was that Soul does not enter her room or speak to her while she’s here. I honestly thought he wouldn’t abide by that request, but he must have realized how upset she is because he hasn’t shown his face.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Jez snaps when I step up to the bed.

“About?”

“I wanna go home, and I’m done waiting.”

Glancing at Demon, who’s taken to sitting in the chair in the corner with his gaze permanently fixed on Jez, and he shrugs. He doesn’t know that Abyss just cleared her to leave, and neither does she.

Maybe I can use this to my advantage.

“I think I can make that happen,” I say casually.

The shock on her face tells me she was expecting an argument. “Really?”

“Pretty sure if we made you stay any longer, you’d find a way out, so, yeah, really.”

She stands on shaky legs and grins. “I think I could kiss you right now.”

“And I think I’d knock his teeth down his throat,” Demon snarls, getting to his feet.

Jez’s eyes widen, and she gapes at him. “You’d?—”

“He’s just grumpy because he wants to kiss me, too,” I say lazily.

I’ve seen the looks he gives me when he thinks no one is watching. There’s a side to him that evenhemight not be aware of.

“Wait, what?” Jez questions, looking from Demon to me and back to him again. “Is he… What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Demon barks, unable to hide the heat infusing his cheeks. “Let’s just get the fuck outta here.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” she quips, tearing the IV out of her arm.

Blood trickles from the site, so I move to the side of the bed and grab some gauze. “Here, hold this on the puncture with some pressure.”

She does as she’s told, and I turn my attention to Demon. “Can you get us out of here without raising the alarm?” I ask him.

“Without raising the alarm?” He shrugs. “Does it matter as long as we’re out?”

“No,” Jez snaps. “It doesn’t fucking matter.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jez and I are waiting in the garage for Demon, who got sidetracked by Soul. When he steps off the elevator with a bag slung over his shoulder, she exhales deeply.

“I thought for sure you were a dead man,” she says as we make our way to the car.

“I probably woulda been if Abyss hadn’t already told him you were good to go,” Demon states, veering in a different direction and tossing his bag to me almost as an afterthought. “Go with Phantom. I’ll follow you on my bike.”

“That was sneaky,” Jez gripes as I pull out of the garage.

“What?”

“Pretending that you were going to break me out.”

“I thought so.”

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