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Ren
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“What do you want me to do?” Jaz asked Rune.
I fucking hated this asshole.
“You’re a medium, yes, lovely?”
“Yes.”
He nodded. “You feel the souls here?”
“I do.”
“I need you to get rid of one of them. He’s surpassed malevolent and taken a turn into violent poltergeist territory. I need him gone. He sticks to the fourth floor, a space I need and haven’t been able to use since we moved in here.”
“No fucking way,” I growled. “Not happening.”
Jasmine placed her hand on my forearm, silencing me with a single touch. “This is what I do. This is part of my job.”
“Good,” Rune said. “Get rid of him and you’ll have free rein over the library.” His lips curled up. “Any time, day or night, you’re welcome to stop by.”
Jaz blushed. “I appreciate it.” She looked around his apartment. “Do you have a room I could use?”
“You don’t have your things with you, for protection,” I said, trying to stop her from doing this.
“My bag’s in the car. I have what I need in it. Could you get it for me?” she asked, then turned back to Rune. “I need somewhere private to prepare.”
“Bathroom?”
“Perfect.”
“I’m not leaving you here on your own,” I said, staring down the demon eyeing her like a juicy fucking steak. Despite what he said, he wanted her.
“He’s friends with Chaos. He’s not going to hurt me,” Jaz said.
“Yeah,” Rune said with that fucking smirk still on his lips. “Me and Chaos are buds, she’s safe with me. There’s a lock on the bathroom door if you’re worried.”
Chaos was not this asshole’s bestie. I knew that much.
“Please, Ren. I need to do this.”
Fuck. “When you’re locked in the bathroom, I’ll go get your bag.” As if a lock could actually stop this fucker.
“Do you have a robe I could use? And some gauze would be good as well,” she asked Rune.
My hackles shot up.
“Gauze is under the sink. But no robe. Would one of my shirts work?”
“Thanks. Yep, that’ll work.”
No. No fucking way. “Use my shirt.” I’d walk around shirtless, I didn’t give a fuck. For some reason my fox would not tolerate another male’s scent on her. Neither of us could.
“It’ll be easier with something that opens at the front. It’s fine.”
Rune grabbed a shirt from the back of a chair and handed it to her, his eyes dancing when he looked my way. He’d worn it. He was purposely giving her a shirt covered in his scent. I stared him down, struggling to breathe through my rage.
