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Damn it to hell. Damn it to fucking hell. Another
thing to add to her debt. If he hadn’t pulled on his hero
cape, that could be Roxy’s foot burned away to
nothing.
“Run,” he ordered. He jerked his maimed forearm
across his belly and his shoulders hunched forward as
though to protect it as he kicked back at one of the fire
genies that crept toward him, bolder now, her companions only a step behind.
Backing away, Roxy did a perimeter sweep, checking for a clear path. Maybe twenty feet away, the shadows shifted and moved. Shadows where none should
be. Two forms appeared in the undulating darkness.
She had a split-second impression of male bodies,
moving fast.
Reinforcements or a new threat? She didn’t stop to
double-check. Instead, she did exactly what any smart
person would do.
She turned, and she ran.
Heart pounding, ankle screaming, Roxy bolted for
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the freestanding garage at the north corner of the
church. She came in fast, skated across the gravel and
went down, legs outstretched. She slid round the corner
of the squat building like she was skidding into home
base.
At the last second, before the side of the garage
blocked her sightline, she shot a look over her shoulder.
The concubines were all over Dagan. Or maybe he
was all over them. Hard to tell.
She ought to leave him. He wasn’t her ally or her
friend. He was a soul reaper, whose goals were in diametric opposition to her own.
