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In answer, Regan leaned forward, her expression ruthless She’d pressed her luck far enough It was tiet the information she’d come for

"This is my last question And believe me when I tell you, your life depends on your answer" The tip of the blade rested against his throbbing heart "Where’s Jagr?"

"What? Who?"

"The valed to hide her aching dread Culligan would only try to use it to his advantage "Gaynor took hilared, although he was sle "How the hell would I know? In case youto Hannibal"

Without warning, Regan yanked the knife from the imp’s chest and pressed it to his most precious jewels

"Gaynor’s been your friend for centuries You have to know soreen eyes As expected, the idiot was farcastrated than killed

"Are you a complete psycho?"

"That’s what thirty years of torture will do to a perfectly nice girl" Her voice could have rivaled Jagr’s for ice "Now start talking, or lose it"

Sweat poured down his body as he struggled to find his voice "All I can tell you is that in the past, Gaynor always had an underground lair with a cell he could use to trap lesser demons"

She frowned "Why would he trap demons?"

"You can make a fortune in ranso to pay to get theust There should be an open season on ih to hold a vaed "If he has it properly hexed"

"Where would it be?"

A cunning expression slid over the lean features The jackass intended to try and con her Or at least he intended to until she dug the knife into one of his danglies

"Arrg"

His eyes crossed, and Regan waited to see if he would pass out When he didn’t, she leaned close enough to touch nose to nose

"Where would it be?"

"It would be close to his business…" The words ca"

Regan froze, a sick sensation clutching her stoht be able to conjure a portal, but he barely has any th than I do He can’t travel over a few hundred feet if he has a passenger If he took your vaone far"

"If he was there, ouldn’t I sense hian straightened abruptly, stepping away froan as she cursed her stupidity What an idiot she was If she hadn’t been in such a panic to find Jagr, then maybe she wouldn’t have overlooked the ht beneath her feet while she was creeping around the tea shop…

She gave a sharp shake of her head

Dar

Whirling on her heel, she headed for the door, intent on returning to the tea shop Even if she couldn’t ht fell, she needed to find hian was stepping from the shed when a voice behind her abruptly rean was still chained to the wall

"Hey, wait, where are you going? You can’t leave arded hir, she’d siotten him

The imp who’d made her life a ed to torture and kill