"Fuck off, demon. She's not yours to toy with and in no condition to deal with your games," Saint grunted, settling beside me in nothing more than a pair of loose-fitting shorts. "Inhale," he ordered, holding the joint to my lips. I licked my chapped, blood-covered lips, and he sighed, nodding to the men leaning against the wall, silently watching us. "She needs water, more blood, and that fucker's head. In that order, gentlemen." "I'll grab water," Phenrys announced, pushing off the ...