The Double Cross, Part Twenty-One
Continued from Part Twenty Ian Bucknell sat still within his body, feeling as if Jalzebel had his demon fingers clenched tight over Ian’s mouth—and every other body part somehow, too. Markum, his human captor, grouched into a phone. “Look, the old man was retired and we didn’t know about the boy.” Jalzabel’s grip weakened. Ian…
