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The wind rushing around my body disappeared instantly and I dropped to the floor. Jasper marched over to Torsten and got right in the demon’s face.
“I swear, if anything happens to her, I will find you and I will kill you, Fiend.”
Torsten let out a dark chuckle at Jasper’s threat. “I’d like to see you try, leech.”
They stood toe-to-toe and had a full-on staring contest. Honestly, men could be such assholes.
“If you two have quite finished your pissing contest, I’d like to leave now.”
Torsten and Jasper each gave the other a final snarl before stepping back from one another. As Torsten walked towards me, I had one final wicked thought.
Removing one of the throwing knives from the belt around my upper thigh, I hurled it swiftly through the air and smiled with glee as the tip buried itself in the top of Fenris’ thigh.
He yelped in pain. “What the fuck?!” he screamed. “What was that for?”
“That was for Lori, asshole. You should be grateful I wasn’t aiming for your dick.” I turned my back on him and caught a glimpse of Alec and Saskia holding back their laughter. Torsten scowled at me disapprovingly but I merely shrugged my shoulders. The dickwad deserved it and Lori should have maimed the boy herself.
What can I say? I guess I liked Lori more than I thought. How disconcerting.
“Let’s go,” I said to Torsten as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Where to?” he replied as his large hands curled around my waist. “I’ll tell you when we’ve left here. I don’t want these idiots thinking they can follow me.”
Torsten gave me a short nod and then his shadows wrapped around us, pulling us into the darkness and giving me my first taste of real freedom in years.
Chapter 3
LORI
I swear to Jesus fucking Christ, when I find my way back into my body, I am going to bitchslap that demon back to Hell. How dare she trick me into thinking we were one. Motherfucker.
“Well, this just got a whole lot more complicated, didn’t it, sugar?” Cindy asked thoughtfully.
I laughed. It was a short, sharp sound that echoed off the bare walls. “You can say that again.”
I was fuming. How on earth was I supposed to get out of this one? I was partially dead, sat in a holding centre awaiting some sort of placement, and I was completely, and utterly alone.
Dying sucked.
“I will go and speak to the Placements Manager and see if he’s ever come across this before. An untethered soul I can just send back, but one body inhabited by two souls is not something I’ve ever seen before and believe me, I’ve seen a lot.” She laughed musically as she headed towards the door. How she could see the humour in this was beyond me. But then, I suppose being dead for centuries might lessen your social skills somewhat.
“Stay here, and don’t wander off. This place is a maze if you don’t know where you’re going, and I’d hate for your day to get worse.” And with that thinly veiled threat and a flick of her fluffy blonde locks, she left the room in search of answers.
Well, shit.
How the Hell was I supposed to get out of this one? If there was a way to get back to my body, I was going to take it. I didn’t care what the cost was, how long it took; I just needed to be back. There was an oppressive weight crushing my chest, like my heart knew it was missing both Lucifer and Jasper. Somehow, the link that bound them to me was still there — it just wasn’t connected to anything. Or if it was, they were so far away that I couldn’t feel them, and it was agonising.
Tears pooled in my eyes as I thought of them. Of what I’d lost. Stupid feelings. Why did I have to try and save Cassian? The guy hated me. Yet I couldn’t deny the pull that existed between us. No matter how hard we tried to avoid it, it always pulled us together whether we wanted it to or not.
There was a commotion in the corridor beyond the door. It sounded like feet shuffling and some guy sounded really pissy. I must have been really hung up on Cassian because the dude out there shouting seemed to sound a lot like him.
“—you can’t make me!”
Another scuffle.
“You can’t send me back!”
There was a grunt and a thud and then the door to my room flung open. I jumped out of my chair in preparation for whatever was coming through the door, but as soon as I saw the white hair and ice-blue eyes, I laughed.
