CHAPTER EIGHT
The cold metal of the pistol’s barrel pushed deeper into my back.
I had to think fast.
Despite these demon summoners looking nondescript, I had a feeling they weren’t going to like "I don't know" as an answer to their questions.
"I'll tell you what you want to know when you tell me who you are," I said, stalling.
"We get to ask the questions," the man in the red sweater said.
I don't condone lying, but I also don't condone standing defenseless and getting shot in the back like a punk. These people were in tight with demons, which meant they were capable of anything. It meant I had to be ruthless too.
"The soul is gone," I said. "He went to our rendezvous point."
I didn't dare look at Bo, who was probably thinking "what the hell?"
"What rendezvous point?" the man aske
