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"I have a business to run, remember. I’ll be back with food later.” Then he walked to the door and stepped out, shutting it behind him.

She was screwed.

CHAPTER 34

The building was windowless and huge, all concrete and iron.

Grace had no idea how long she’d been there. God, forever. Vince had come back like he said he would, had removed her chains so she could use the bathroom, but kept her hands tied in front of her, a gun pointed at her head. She could have taken him out, he wouldn’t kill her, but she needed him to find the others. And she refused to risk their lives until she could get them free.

She’d been trying to come up with a plan since he’d arrived.

He was currently helping her eat a cheeseburger and she’d just taken a sip of Coke, that she would have spat in his face if she wasn’t so thirsty, when the door on the opposite side of the room opened and Oden walked in. He had one of his goons with him.

Vince stilled, looking pissed. “If you think you’re taking her from me…”

Oden ignored Vince and the gun in his hand, walked right up to Grace, and gripped her chin, tilting her head back roughly. “Miss me, baby?”

Grace smiled. “Like herpes, thimble dick.”

He flushed, going red with rage and backhanded her.

Her head jerked back from the force, and when she looked at him again, she laughed, ignoring the pain radiating through the side of her face. Anger like she’d never experienced before pounded through her. These assholes had no idea who they were dealing with. They saw a female, one who took her clothes off for a living, and stupidly forgot the part where she spent the rest of her time kicking ass.

The moron had also missed that their magic Hell chains were lying on the floor beside her. Her powers weren’t suppressed.

Yes, she was outnumbered, but she wasn’t fucking helpless. She didn’t think they’d kill her, not over Oden; like Vince said, she was too valuable, and if she got to do anything before they took her down, it would be to kill the son of a bitch looking down at her. “You don’t like females who fight back, do you, Oden? That’s why you killed Tina. She didn’t want to join your little army of shit stains so you threw a tantrum.”

Oden shook with rage, that unnerving black gaze boring into hers. “I didn’t kill her.” He grinned, eyes glistening with fury and glee. “I choked her until she passed out, then handed her to one of our demons. He savored her, slowly sucking the life out of her. It took days…then she died.”

Grace slammed her head forward, connecting with Oden’s nose with a satisfying crunch, and before he could react, she fisted his hair with her bound hands and jerked him forward, throwing him to the floor. Spinning, she avoided his goon, spun back, grabbed the gun he had at his hip, and shot the piece of demon shit in the head.

Oden, who had gotten back to his feet, kicked the back of her knee before she could point the gun on him and she went down, the gun flying across the floor. Oden advanced and she rolled, swiping his feet out from under him. He went down hard and she dove for him, fisting his hair as she wrapped her thighs around his neck and squeezed. He punched the side of her legs, the only place he could reach while kicking and flailing.

Grace squeezed tighter. “You don’t get to hurt anyone else, you fucking prick.”

He went red, then started going blue, his struggles slowing. Grace gritted her teeth and squeezed even tighter, putting more pressure on his throat, cutting off his oxygen supply. She closed her eyes, letting her power build, letting it flow from her into Oden before drawing it back to her like a wave, taking his power from him and giving it to her. He screamed, expending the last of the oxygen in his lungs, and finally stopped moving.

Kicking Oden aside, she crawled to the demon with the bullet hole in his head. It hadn’t been enough to finish him, unfortunately, so she grabbed the knife she could see peeking from his boot. It took effort, but she managed to saw the asshole’s head off, which was doubly difficult with her hands tied in front of her.

When he was ash, she climbed to her feet, advancing on Vince, who had stood by and did nothing while she killed two of his crew. Probably happy she’d gotten rid of the competition. The fucking attention whore.

Vince backed up. “Hang on a minute, Gracie—”

The door behind her flew open, the one across from her as well, and more demons ran in. A lot of them. There was no way she was getting out of this in one piece. There were way too many, but she wasn’t going down easy.

She heard Vince yell for them not to kill her a moment before she attacked.

The clatter and groan of steel as Chaos landed on the fire escape outside Grace’s apartment was loud, but he didn't give a shit if the thing snapped off the side of the building. He didn't care about much of anything except finding Grace and bringing her home.

He was losing the battle with his sanity at this point, his demon right there with him. She'd been missing for twelve hours—and they'd found nothing, had exactly zero leads. Grace could be injured…she could be lying in a gutter, gray and cold and lifeless like her friend.

A roar exploded from him, helplessness burning his lungs.

"Breathe. You need to kept your shit together." Zenon stood beside him, his leathery wings tucked in close to his back, huge-ass fangs down to his chin, his yellow eyes bright against his dark crimson skin. Chaos looked much the same, apart from the eye color, and it was a good thing they were invisible to humans in their Kishi forms or there’d be people running around screaming in terror.

“What if it’s too late?” he said.

Zenon shoved open the window to Grace’s apartment. “It’s not.”