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hearts have been removed. You see, the heart is a symbolic organ and—”
Jace’s grip on the phone tightened until he thought it might break. “Get to the point.” He stared at the apartment building. She was up there, lying on his bed. Naked. The thought of Princess’s smooth, caramel skin made his mouth water, and he saw himself running his tongue along her hot, pink slit.
Man, he was a sick freak.
Shane’s voice snapped him from his thoughts like a broken rubber band. “—it’s actually used in many demonic and satanic rituals, so the removal suggests motive.”
The anger that had already settled inside Jace’s chest boiled. “David put you up to this, didn’t he?”
“Um...”
“He thought I wouldn’t be angry if you called, huh? Let me talk to him.”
“He said—”
“Put him on the damn phone, Shane.”
A rustling noise crackled through the receiver before Jace heard David’s deep voice. “Listen, J. I th—”
“No, you listen. Did you look at that poor girl’s body? Something ripped her to pieces, and you can’t tell me a human is responsible.” He jabbed his finger in midair, then dropped it, remembering David couldn’t see his anger.
“I believe you, J. But some demons can shape-shift into animals, and—”
Jace slapped his palm into his forehead. “Is the kid near you? Can he hear me?”
“If you keep on screaming, yeah.”
“Then walk away for a minute.” He heard David take a few steps. “I told you I got the scent from it. So you wanna tell me how the hell I’m wrong?” he whispered.
“Damon said if there were any signs of demonic or cult activity to let him know. I thought you’d want to know, too. We’ve got to keep our options open.”
“Screw Damon.” Jace clenched his jaw and battled to hold a string of profanities inside.
“I’m following orders, man. I’m not saying you’re wrong. Damon’s just trying to get this solved, and getting to piss you off in the meantime is just a bonus for him.”
Jace paused. The vein in his temple throbbed. “What are you talking about?”
David sighed. “He’s placing everyone else on the case, J. One more strike and he’s taking you off as lead hunter.”
“No, no, no. Vote to overturn that shit and problem solved.” Jace shook his head. This was the last thing he needed.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?”
“If I challenge Damon, from here on out he’ll start giving me the same crap he dishes out to you. I can’t have that. At least one of us has to be in his good graces,” David said.
“So you’re hanging me out to dry, then?”
“I didn’t say—”
“Doesn’t need to be said. Message heard loud and clear.” Jace jabbed the off button and considered chucking the device into the middle of the street.
Shoving the phone back in his pocket instead, he exhaled a long breath. The chilly February weather transformed his breath into something visible, and he imagined his body steaming with rage like the smoke stack of an old train. Everything was peachy—just fucking peachy.
* * *
“D AMN . T HAT SON OF a bitch hung up on me.” David shoved his phone into the pocket of his leather jacket and frowned. Jace was one hell of a hunter and a good guy, but man, did he have the temper of an angry bull on steroids. And David had just taken a cattle prod to the bull’s ass.
Shane stood from where he knelt by the body and cleared his throat. “Jace has had it rough lately.”
David shook his head. With Damon harping on Jace’s every move and the massive blows his self-esteem had been taking from not being able to catch the damn killer, rough was a massive understatement. “You don’t need to preach to me about it. I cut him more slack than anyone.”
“I wasn’t implying you didn’t. I guess I just feel bad for him.” Shane paused and glanced at the ground before he turned to David again. “Do you think Damon’s right? Do you think Jace should’ve caught the guy by
Jace’s grip on the phone tightened until he thought it might break. “Get to the point.” He stared at the apartment building. She was up there, lying on his bed. Naked. The thought of Princess’s smooth, caramel skin made his mouth water, and he saw himself running his tongue along her hot, pink slit.
Man, he was a sick freak.
Shane’s voice snapped him from his thoughts like a broken rubber band. “—it’s actually used in many demonic and satanic rituals, so the removal suggests motive.”
The anger that had already settled inside Jace’s chest boiled. “David put you up to this, didn’t he?”
“Um...”
“He thought I wouldn’t be angry if you called, huh? Let me talk to him.”
“He said—”
“Put him on the damn phone, Shane.”
A rustling noise crackled through the receiver before Jace heard David’s deep voice. “Listen, J. I th—”
“No, you listen. Did you look at that poor girl’s body? Something ripped her to pieces, and you can’t tell me a human is responsible.” He jabbed his finger in midair, then dropped it, remembering David couldn’t see his anger.
“I believe you, J. But some demons can shape-shift into animals, and—”
Jace slapped his palm into his forehead. “Is the kid near you? Can he hear me?”
“If you keep on screaming, yeah.”
“Then walk away for a minute.” He heard David take a few steps. “I told you I got the scent from it. So you wanna tell me how the hell I’m wrong?” he whispered.
“Damon said if there were any signs of demonic or cult activity to let him know. I thought you’d want to know, too. We’ve got to keep our options open.”
“Screw Damon.” Jace clenched his jaw and battled to hold a string of profanities inside.
“I’m following orders, man. I’m not saying you’re wrong. Damon’s just trying to get this solved, and getting to piss you off in the meantime is just a bonus for him.”
Jace paused. The vein in his temple throbbed. “What are you talking about?”
David sighed. “He’s placing everyone else on the case, J. One more strike and he’s taking you off as lead hunter.”
“No, no, no. Vote to overturn that shit and problem solved.” Jace shook his head. This was the last thing he needed.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?”
“If I challenge Damon, from here on out he’ll start giving me the same crap he dishes out to you. I can’t have that. At least one of us has to be in his good graces,” David said.
“So you’re hanging me out to dry, then?”
“I didn’t say—”
“Doesn’t need to be said. Message heard loud and clear.” Jace jabbed the off button and considered chucking the device into the middle of the street.
Shoving the phone back in his pocket instead, he exhaled a long breath. The chilly February weather transformed his breath into something visible, and he imagined his body steaming with rage like the smoke stack of an old train. Everything was peachy—just fucking peachy.
* * *
“D AMN . T HAT SON OF a bitch hung up on me.” David shoved his phone into the pocket of his leather jacket and frowned. Jace was one hell of a hunter and a good guy, but man, did he have the temper of an angry bull on steroids. And David had just taken a cattle prod to the bull’s ass.
Shane stood from where he knelt by the body and cleared his throat. “Jace has had it rough lately.”
David shook his head. With Damon harping on Jace’s every move and the massive blows his self-esteem had been taking from not being able to catch the damn killer, rough was a massive understatement. “You don’t need to preach to me about it. I cut him more slack than anyone.”
“I wasn’t implying you didn’t. I guess I just feel bad for him.” Shane paused and glanced at the ground before he turned to David again. “Do you think Damon’s right? Do you think Jace should’ve caught the guy by
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