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The quick, sharp breath Jema took in was so cold it numbed her teeth "Any particular reason why?"

The cows shuffled-around in the pen, carcasses started to sway, and the floor ruoing to re into the shadows "Better be nice to "

Jema’s demon jumped down from the rafters and landed to stand in front of her He wore a white tunic with an enormous red X across the chest, and carried a sith a five-foot-long blade

This was aher dreams, one who evidently didn’t care if she was iiene He was filthy, his hair ablood spatters covered his arardenias

"What happened to you?" Without thinking, she reached for him, but he took a step back "What’s the matter? You’re not afraid of ainst one of the butchering tables, took off the tunic, and tossed it next to a ans "Allez-vous-en"

French She didn’t re French "What does that mean?"

"Go away"

"If you come with me, I will" Jema wasn’t sure how to leave this place "Can you take me somewhere else? Netherfield?"

"Netherfield exists only in a book This is real" The gauntlets he wore came off and landed on top of the fur with a muffled thump His hands looked terribly raw, as if he’d pounded the sense out of so love stories and only dreaood on TV?" It was a pathetic joke, and so cold in this place that she could see her own breath as she spoke

The demon removed the chain mail he had worn under the white tunic, which had been tied and strapped onto him in an archaic fashion Beneath it he wore a loose-woven tunic and baggy trousers that hadn’t been sewn together very well

"If you need to change, I can wait outside" She gestured toward a glistening brain and solia still attached "Happily"

"You come naked" Once he’d stripped to the waist, he walked toward her "Naked to nant as soon as she saw she still had on clothes "I did not--"

He clamped his hands on her waist and lifted her until her feet left the floor "Naked as you are defenseless I could do anything to you in your dreaht her up to his eye level "Is that what you wanted?"

She was in trouble She would have tried the Purpose-Driven Life approach, but she was the only person in the country who hadn’t read the damn book "Is that what you want?"

He dropped her onto one of the tables Je soft and wet splattered all over her back She looked down and thought a replay of theat Wendy’s was plausible

"I don’t like this, uo back to another place, one where he did other, nicer things to her "Do you?"

"No" He ca of what his hands squashed "I never did Even when I swore I would stay to defend the last man Never did I enjoy what I had to do Do you believe s and reood it had felt to kiss hiolden flame, and he spoke with his lips peeled back fro else

He wants ht hiusted by him The way I behaved in the drearipping bloody stone so she wouldn’t slide off

"You showed me your secrets This is mine This is what I was" He looked around them, as if he wasn’t sure Then, with more assurance, he said, "I lived a lifeti for them For God"

"It’s not such a bad place" No, it was, but this didn’t seeirly about it She had blood from the table on her hands, and the cut she’d"Do you have to stay here?"

He stepped back, stunned "Of course"

"But you could walk out anytiht us in their trap, squeezing us to death between Beirut and Haifa?" He spoke as if it were so this moment, just on the other side of the walls

"You were in Desert Storholds reriririms come to the Holy Land Only none dared to coht threads through his voice "I wanted to go hole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>