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anyone would take Claire from her sight. She couldn’t fight Lilith while she fought the urge to murder her friend.
You can do this, Natasha, a different voice said. Jarod’s voice. Fight, babe. Fight.
She’d heard of mate bonds giving couple the ability to communicate through telepathy, and Jarod’s voice loving voice helped her drown out the homicidal one. Emboldened by Jarod’s courage, she grabbed onto Lilith’s ugly presence.
For a moment, Ash felt the demon’s rage, the sociopathic urges to destroy everything within reach returned. She was heartless. Soulless. Chaotic energy with only one purpose: Annihilate. Ash might be the destroyer of souls, but Lilith was the destroyer of worlds.
Jarod’s magic bolstered her again. She focused on escaping the demon queen’s hold on her will. Silver joined her white and blue magic, and like pythons they surrounded Lilith’s essence and squeezed.
The blade fell from Ash’s fierce grip as the demon raged and struggled. She held on tightly, Jarod working as one with her, until they’d completely smote the evil that had been named Lilith.
The inky blackness inside her exploded.
Searing pain slashed through Ash, ripping a scream from throat.
Ash fell to her knees, and Jarod was there, to hold her up.
Two beams of silvery-blue light shot out from Ash’s eyes, and encompassed Lilith’s demon henchman. Patrick and Lorcan wisely let go and stepped away, backing as far into the shadows as they could.
The demon screamed like a feral animal, unable to break free of Ash and Jarod’s combined magic.
The creature glared at her, his red eyes dimming as his life was drained. His body twitched. Black blood dribbled from his nose and mouth.
His eyes went glassy, and his body convulsed one last time.
Ash collapsed and Jarod caught her.
“Natasha?”
She inhaled a shaky breath. “I feel like Nor tap-danced on me in spiked heels.”
Jarod laughed, and kissed her. Ash had never felt so drained or exhausted.
Or loved.
“What happened to Lilith?” asked Lorcan.
“She’s gone.”
“Back t’ hell then?” Patrick’s silver gaze pinned hers.
“No,” said Ash. “She is no more.”
“That’s impossible,” Lorcan said. “Demons can’t be killed.”
“They can now.” When Jarod’s power had intertwined with her own, much as their fingers had, she’d been able to do what had, in the past, been an impossibility.
At that moment, as if to add emphasis to her new ability, the creature’s corpse dissolved into sulfuric black powder.
“How’s Claire?” she asked in a hoarse voice. She knew she’d pass out any minute, and probably sleep for a week.
Patrick and Lorcan checked on the human woman. “I’m sorry, Ash,” said Patrick softly. “She’s dead.”
“How?” Ash hadn’t killed her friend like Lilith wanted, so how had Claire died?
Lorcan placed his hand on the woman’s chest. “The demon weakened her too much. I think her heart just gave out.”
“She wanted to see Henry,” said Ash. She said a silent good-bye to her old friend. “I hope he’s waiting for her.
Ash leaned on Jarod, allowing him to take her weight. Her burden. “Please take care of her,” she whispered. She looked at Jarod, at the love and compassion shining in his eyes. “I’m gonna pass out now.”
And she did.
Chapter Eleven
S omewhere on the other side …
CLAIRE AWOKE IN a daze. The first thing she noticed was that she could see color. The glory of the green-leafed trees pitched against the cloudless blue sky dazzled her. Somehow, she’d gone from that dismal crypt to sitting on a wooden bench wearing her favorite yellow sundress and strappy sandals.
“Claire?”
She turned and saw Henry walking toward her. Behind him, she saw a well-worn path that led to the gleaming city in the distance.
With a cry of happiness, she leapt from the bench and threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tightly, and she wept, so thrilled to feel his embrace.
“Am I
You can do this, Natasha, a different voice said. Jarod’s voice. Fight, babe. Fight.
She’d heard of mate bonds giving couple the ability to communicate through telepathy, and Jarod’s voice loving voice helped her drown out the homicidal one. Emboldened by Jarod’s courage, she grabbed onto Lilith’s ugly presence.
For a moment, Ash felt the demon’s rage, the sociopathic urges to destroy everything within reach returned. She was heartless. Soulless. Chaotic energy with only one purpose: Annihilate. Ash might be the destroyer of souls, but Lilith was the destroyer of worlds.
Jarod’s magic bolstered her again. She focused on escaping the demon queen’s hold on her will. Silver joined her white and blue magic, and like pythons they surrounded Lilith’s essence and squeezed.
The blade fell from Ash’s fierce grip as the demon raged and struggled. She held on tightly, Jarod working as one with her, until they’d completely smote the evil that had been named Lilith.
The inky blackness inside her exploded.
Searing pain slashed through Ash, ripping a scream from throat.
Ash fell to her knees, and Jarod was there, to hold her up.
Two beams of silvery-blue light shot out from Ash’s eyes, and encompassed Lilith’s demon henchman. Patrick and Lorcan wisely let go and stepped away, backing as far into the shadows as they could.
The demon screamed like a feral animal, unable to break free of Ash and Jarod’s combined magic.
The creature glared at her, his red eyes dimming as his life was drained. His body twitched. Black blood dribbled from his nose and mouth.
His eyes went glassy, and his body convulsed one last time.
Ash collapsed and Jarod caught her.
“Natasha?”
She inhaled a shaky breath. “I feel like Nor tap-danced on me in spiked heels.”
Jarod laughed, and kissed her. Ash had never felt so drained or exhausted.
Or loved.
“What happened to Lilith?” asked Lorcan.
“She’s gone.”
“Back t’ hell then?” Patrick’s silver gaze pinned hers.
“No,” said Ash. “She is no more.”
“That’s impossible,” Lorcan said. “Demons can’t be killed.”
“They can now.” When Jarod’s power had intertwined with her own, much as their fingers had, she’d been able to do what had, in the past, been an impossibility.
At that moment, as if to add emphasis to her new ability, the creature’s corpse dissolved into sulfuric black powder.
“How’s Claire?” she asked in a hoarse voice. She knew she’d pass out any minute, and probably sleep for a week.
Patrick and Lorcan checked on the human woman. “I’m sorry, Ash,” said Patrick softly. “She’s dead.”
“How?” Ash hadn’t killed her friend like Lilith wanted, so how had Claire died?
Lorcan placed his hand on the woman’s chest. “The demon weakened her too much. I think her heart just gave out.”
“She wanted to see Henry,” said Ash. She said a silent good-bye to her old friend. “I hope he’s waiting for her.
Ash leaned on Jarod, allowing him to take her weight. Her burden. “Please take care of her,” she whispered. She looked at Jarod, at the love and compassion shining in his eyes. “I’m gonna pass out now.”
And she did.
Chapter Eleven
S omewhere on the other side …
CLAIRE AWOKE IN a daze. The first thing she noticed was that she could see color. The glory of the green-leafed trees pitched against the cloudless blue sky dazzled her. Somehow, she’d gone from that dismal crypt to sitting on a wooden bench wearing her favorite yellow sundress and strappy sandals.
“Claire?”
She turned and saw Henry walking toward her. Behind him, she saw a well-worn path that led to the gleaming city in the distance.
With a cry of happiness, she leapt from the bench and threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tightly, and she wept, so thrilled to feel his embrace.
“Am I
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