Jax Flynn’s life just went from bad to worse. He was already sharing his body with a demon named Azirak, but after killing its mate… Well, shit got real. Now the demon has taken control of Jax’s body and everything he cares for is at stake, including Samantha, the girl he loves. Yeah, that’s not going to happen. It’s time Jax showed everyone what he was really made of.
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“Damn right,” she snapped. “Because no matter what you say, that’s Jax’s body you’re temporarily squatting in. He has to live with the fallout after I find a way to evict your ass. Besides, that’s not what that was all about anyway.”
“Oh?” The demon’s irritation turned to amusement. It didn’t bother correcting her on the temporarily bit. Azi had me locked down tight and wasn’t the least bit concerned about her—or me—turning the tables. And even though I had complete faith in Sam—if there was a way to fix this, she’d find it—even I had to admit I was pretty much fucked.
“You’re the equivalent of a demonic spoiled brat. Any time you don’t get what you want, you throw a fit. That doesn’t work in this world, buddy. You need a little more self-control if you want to pretend to be a real boy.”
I worried the demon’s temper would flare, but instead of anger, I felt a swell of admiration from it. “You know what I am,” Azi said. It shifted around in the seat so that I was facing her. “You know what I am capable of. And yet you still speak to me as you would a lowly human?”
“Lowly human?” She shook her head and stomped on the gas. Kelly’s Explorer surged forward. I cringed internally. I’d seen Sam drive angry. It wasn’t a pretty sight. “No, no. You’re totally misunderstanding me. I’m speaking to you as I would an asshat.”
“She’s inside,” Azi said. It tilted Jax’s head and leaned just a little closer to the door. “I can hear her heartbeat. It’s fast. She’s afraid.”
“Gee.” I stepped back from the door and glared at the demon. “I wonder why she’d be afraid. Y’know, it’s not like she was just attacked by some weird looking, freakishly tall corpse-man.”
“The Tracker is actually quite short where I am from. The average height—”
I held my hand out to stop it. “Honestly? Don’t care.”
With a nod, Azi nudged me out of the way and positioned Jax’s body in front of the door. It knocked once and, without giving her a chance to answer, gripped the knob and twisted. Hard. The hardware broke in several pieces and clattered to the floor at our feet.
Azi turned to me, and the smallest hint of a smile spread across Jax’s lips. “The door is open.”