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Those husks though, they could be pretty dangerous. The demons controlling them could stay in them for quite a while—Jack didn’t know how long. He’d be damned if he turned out that way.

Absently, he muttered, “If I end up like that, princess, just do me a favor, make it quick.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

He drew his Desert Eagle, spun and aimed, all in one smooth, practiced motion.

Most people would have been scared shitless to have the piece of equipment pointed at their forehead.

Red? She just looked amused, one strawberry-blonde brow lifted, a slight smirk on that pretty, lush mouth. She focused her gaze on the Desert Eagle and then looked back at him. Her smirk widened into an all-out grin and she tucked her hands into her back pockets. Rocking back on her heels, she said, “You know, I could take that
away from you so fast, it would make you cry.”

“Try it.” Jack braced himself. He might not be as fast as they were. But he had years of trying to be…and all of them, the demons and the Grimm, they all underestimated him.

But she just shrugged one smooth, soft, white shoulder. “It wouldn’t be that much fun. Like taking candy from a baby.”

That last part was tossed back over one of those smooth white shoulders as she sauntered over to one of his chaise lounges and flung her lean, sexy body down on it.

As she stretched out, Jack realized he couldn’t quite take his eyes from those legs of hers. They stretched on forever, it seemed.

She crossed them at the ankle and smiled at him. Although it wasn’t exactly a smile. It was that very appealing smirk.

He wanted to kiss the look off her face.

And if she kept staring at him, he just might start panting.

Or drooling.

Or both.

Scrubbing a hand down his face, he took a few seconds and then put his gun away since he probably wasn’t going to use it. He’d much rather fuck her than shoot her.
He thought.

That was right up until he saw that she’d snagged his beer and was lifting it to that pretty, rosebud mouth of hers.

“Do you mind?” he snapped, storming over to her and grabbing it.

She lifted a brow and smiled. “You’re not a very good host.”

“You’re not exactly a guest. You weren’t invited—actually, that makes you a trespasser.”

“Hmm. Good point.” She came to her feet, all long legs and sleek curves. Shooting him a slow smile, she said, “I’ll get my own.”

Staring at her back, he decided he’d just stay right where he was instead of arguing with her. Definitely the wiser option just now. It would give him a few seconds to figure out what the hell she might be doing here, how she’d gotten here, and what in the hell he should do about it.

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