“Give up the demon,” Karlson commanded again, “and we’ll let you go.” “No.” When Leonard popped my middle finger out of joint, I couldn’t hold back my shaking sobs. Travis shifted the knife further from my throat before I gouged myself. “Give up the demon.” “No!” I shrieked, my breath catching on an agonized sob. I wouldn’t. Zylas had been willing to die to escape enslavement. How could I give away his autonomy? I didn’t know what would happen, what they would do to me, but I couldn’t betray him.
