BOOK THREE: STAKES HAVE SWORD ENVY

Out of nowhere, a leather-clad arm wrapped around my waist. A blast of hellfire shot right at Paul, and the blowback slammed against me like the bottom of a scorching hot pan.

The devil pressed up against me, his lips at my ear, and he whisked me away before I could poke more holes in Paul. I tried to shout at him that we couldn't leave yet, not without my vampires and Cleo, but darkness flooded my lungs. We were adrift in a sea of nothing, ...