She had not wanted to fight demons. The one she carried inside her was battle enough. All she’d wanted was to find Creed and safety and to rid the world of Justice and be free. Her independence was far more dubious here than in the mortal world. The amulet her father had given her mother throbbed where it rested against the bare skin above her heart. Whether she liked it or not, she had a connection to him that was gaining in strength. She could not lure him as she had the others. He was one demon she could not fight. She rubbed her arms. He had said if she survived the night he might have a use for her. But the night was not over yet. While nothing in Blade’s expression gave away what he was thinking, whatever it was, it could not be flattering. She watched him as he stared at the tops of the cliffs, monitoring for danger while giving her time to recover, pretending he was unaware of the desire for him that she could not seem to get under control.
