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“What?”

“I just . . . thank you.”

He grunted. “Be careful, girl. The Devil doesn’t usually give out favors without payment. You’re lucky you had this.” He held up the tube of cream.

Oh, she was so confused. Was he referring to himself as the Devil?

Well, Dev. Devil.

Yikes.

Now she was losing it. She watched him drive off and reached for her handbag, pulling it open so she could grab her phone.

She had to admit that Dev was kind of right. Lauren had been stupid to bring her phone with them. Isaiah would easily be able to track her.

She had to call Jenner. Or Tobias.

God.

Even now, she didn’t know who to call. What was she going to do? This was awful.

Maybe you should call Abe.

Before she could manage to work her phone, she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

Someone walked out of the trees. Someone dressed all in black who looked like a freaking shadow.

Shadow of death.

Why would she think that? What was wrong with her?

The man ignored her but he walked over to where the driver’s door was open and Lauren was slumped over the steering wheel.

Immy hadn’t forgotten about her. She was going to call her an ambulance.

Eventually.

But now she watched in horror as the man raised his arm. It was difficult to make out all the details, but she was certain that she heard a soft ping.

A whimper escaped her.

What fresh horror was this? Had he just shot her? Was that a silencer? Was Lauren . . . dead? And who the heck was this guy?

The person was silent and then they turned to Immy.

She could barely see them. She couldn’t even tell what color hair they had or what their skin looked like.

Definitely the shadow of death.

Another whimper.

Immy knew she was about to die. Why hadn’t Dev stayed?

Because he thought you would be safe. Who knew there was going to be someone else?

But . . . could this be the person that Lauren was talking about? The one she was taking Immy to? It didn’t make any sense, though. Why would he kill Lauren if he was working with her?

And why did she have this weird feeling? Almost like she . . . she knew them?