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into splinters.
    His human was being backed up, closer and closer to it.
    She had a knife in her hand—long, closer to a sword than a knife, but it wasn’t going to do much good against that many of the demonic. The bodies the succubae and incubae possessed became stronger, and even if she could hold her own against a couple…well, ten was too much to ask of any mortal.
    Still, there was something about the way she held it that made him think she knew how to use it.
    Demons didn’t like pain more than anybody else, and they could be killed—not the way mortals could, but if she dealt a killing blow, their souls would be sucked back to the netherplains. It weakened them, and if they survived, it would take them a good long while to try to cross back over into this world.
    Sometimes, they did die. Silence planned to kill the lot of them tonight.
    “Come on, precious,” one of them said, giving her a charming, seductive smile. “Put the knife down. You came out here looking for a good time, right?”
    She gave him a smile in return. “Well…yes. But my idea of a good time is going to be very different from yours. You see, my idea of a good time is to kill as many of you as I can before I die. I’m already up to two.” She spun the blade and cocked a brow. “Who’s next?”
    Despite himself, Silence smiled.
    She had guts. More…she knew what was coming. How strange. Odd, that. Perhaps Will had prepared her a bit more than Silence had expected.
    One of them lunged for her. She swayed to the side and her knife was a silver flash in the air.
    Silence smelled blood in the air. He slid his axe into place and gathered his shadows.
    Then he steadied himself. In another few minutes, he’d have to watch her die.
    In that moment, he hated Will.
    Bracing a hand on the railing, he leaped.
    Air rushed along his body, and for a moment, he wished he could hit hard enough, fast enough to end it…end himself so he wouldn’t have to see this.
    But that was an easy exit that didn’t exist for him.
     
     
    Vanya thought she heard the air whistling—thought she glimpsed something in the darkness. But she didn’t dare look. The avid, hungry look in their eyes was already unsettling—now touched with anger. She’d killed two of them earlier.
    They didn’t just want to fuck her and try to talk her into giving up her soul for the sake of sex now—they wanted her to bleed too.
    She had no doubt she was going to bleed, going to hurt.
    Shit, where were they? He…she… somebody …
    She’d been told she wouldn’t be alone.
    Off in the distance, there was a heavy, deliberate tread.
    A footstep.
    Something shivered down her spine.
    She didn’t look—didn’t dare.
    But some of them didn’t have that caution. They looked. And swore.
    Something shiny, red and wet flew across her field of vision.
    Blood.
    There was a shriek of rage and the possessed woman Vanya had first seen in the club bathroom snarled, “What the hell…?”
    Another footstep. Deliberately heavy. Deliberately hard. Like whoever moved in the shadows wanted to be heard before he was seen. She squinted, still focusing on the demons, although it wasn’t so easy to see them now. Was it her imagination or was it darker in here now?
    Vanya tried to catch a glimpse, but then one of the men rushed at her. She slashed with her knife but wasn’t quick enough. He had her pinned, trapped against his body, and he was strong—so damned strong. And yes, even now—horny as hell.
    One iron hand gripped her wrist, squeezed, squeezed, squeezed… “Drop it, baby,” he panted in her ear. “Now, or when I get you naked, after I’m done fucking you with my dick, I fuck you with that.”
    Pain and terror blossomed in her mind, but still she clutched the blade.
    Off in the darkness of the huge room, she caught a glimpse of something—no, somebody. A man—the glitter of his eyes. Nothing about that one glimpse made her shudder with fear. In fact, that one glimpse had something