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Gia knelt in the rubble, cleaning the blood off the sword she’d just captured. The demon it had belonged to was a few feet away. Well, his legs were. The rest of Mammon’s body was in a ditch.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the demon’s severed legs over the edge, watched as they slid down the dirt incline. Killing the demon who had pulled her into this pit should have been satisfying, but the small bit of revenge wasn’t going to get her out of here.
Her memories of John’s assault were vague. She knew he had rigged the sprinkler system of his lab to douse her with poison, but everything was blank after that. You’re not supposed to remember, she reminded herself.
She was dead.
Grief welled in her chest. Gia had failed to stop John. The bastard had outwitted her. Now, she had passed i
