I’d lived. And I’d actually slain demons with my magic. Not bullets.
Magic.
Casey dropped to the floor and rolled onto his back, chest heaving. “Holy
shit, Mom. Are you nuts?”
As fit as he looked, he was really out of shape, and she gave him a kick.
“Practice outside your specialty, you little pyromaniac.”
Then she headed over to me and helped me up. “You did so well. Wasn’t
that fun?”
My mouth was dry, and I didn’t have the strength to respond. My family
was comprised of demon-summoning lunatics who were definitely into the
dark arts.
Seemed about right.
My phone alarm began to buzz. I swiped it off and glanced up at my
insane family. “Shit. I lost track of time. I’ve got a date with a devil.”
6
Jaxson
I parked my truck in the lot at Old Channel Harbor, got out, and slammed
the door harder than I’d intended.
I had two days to hand over Savannah Caine, or the sorcerer was going to
make my pack pay. How, I didn’t know, but I believed his threat. I could
watch over Savannah, but I couldn’t watch over everyone in my pack.
That meant I had two days to bring him down.
I wound my way through the lot over to the two women waiting for me
by the dock—Nevaeh and Amal, both agents of the Order. I didn’t trust the
organization, but I’d trust both women with my life.
No sign of Savannah. Maybe she wouldn’t show.
“Good to see you, Jax,” Amal said as she stepped forward and clasped my
arm.
She’d spent her childhood torn between Chicago and Cairo, and we were
old friends. She’d been like a sweet little sister then. Now, she was one of the