Ren arched an eyebrow at the defensive measures the gypsy girl had taken and was impressed. He ordinarily would have thought it funny when the rock salt started raining instead of water, but his humor left him when he got a good look at the demon leader’s face. He felt a freezing cold settle in the pit of his stomach followed by a white hot anger.
He’d seen that face many times in Guy’s darkest thoughts and fisted his gloved hands. This was the same demon that had killed Carley. Many PIT members had said that she’d been a gentle woman in life and her afterlife was no different. She was now one of the few he could be around and not have his power go haywire. The muscles in his jaws flexed as he stared at her murderer.
“So, killed any little girls lately… or is that what I just interrupted
