MEANWHILE JAMMIE AND BRANDON...
Jammie glanced back over her shoulder one more time. She just wanted to be one hundred percent sure her best friend in the world was really leaving her with this demon.
An arm wrapped through Brandon's bent elbow, her hand resting lightly on his lower arm, almost as if she didn't want to touch him, Jammie turned her body slightly toward Brandon, giving the impression she was engrossed in what he was saying.
What she was really doing was allowing her the room she needed to discreetly glance back over their shoulders, just in time to see Spade send a smile their way and turn her back on them to make her way to parts unknown, deeper in the Jammie didn't know what to call the place. Palace?
Were these demons the devil's spawn? The prince's, so to
