Andrew is in a world of misery. Having left Emily, he heads to Louisiana to destroy his fifth demon. All he can think about is the woman he walked away from. As he struggles with heartache and depression, he learns the demon he must destroy is a cop and potentially a serial murderer. Finding a way to kill the man without being labeled a cop killer seems impossible.
Anger floods Emily when she discovers Andrew left her so she could live a happy and safe life. No man has the right to decide her future. She searches the town where the demon lives and finds Andrew. Fury blazes when she confronts him. Andrew pleads for her forgiveness. Her rage quickly transforms as passion consumes them.
Together again, they come up with an idea for Andrew to destroy the demon. But when the cop arrests Andrew, their plans change. Emily must find a way to set Andrew free without putting her life in danger. Love binds them, but can it keep them alive?
The scent of the cheeseburger and fries seeped from the brown sack. He didn’t feel hungry, but he needed to eat something. He hadn’t eaten much since he’d left Emily days ago. His appetite had died along with his heart. Nothing had any flavor anymore either. To keep moving, he’d force the food down. But first he wanted to set up the new laptop he’d purchased.
What’s taking you so long? I would’ve been looking for information after settling into the hotel, bitchy imaginary Emily said.
He removed the box with the laptop from one of the bags. “First of all, it took me two days to get here from Borrego Springs. And since then I’ve been busy.” He broke the seal on the box before he opened it.
You spent too much time looking around in stores and at casinos.
“I had to get money first and I couldn’t stay at one casino. They would get suspicious. Once I had enough money, I had to get new clothes and supplies.”
He hadn’t known how expensive computers were or how much he’d need to survive on, so he’d visited multiple casinos to win money. After all his purchases, he had around thirty-two thousand left. He hoped it would last a couple weeks at least.
I don’t know why you bothered buying shaving goods. You haven’t touched a razor in almost a week.
“I’ll shave eventually. I just don’t feel like it yet. I’m trying out a new look. Now let me be.”
The bitchy imaginary Emily helped him move on from the real Emily. The more she complained, questioned, and argued with him, the less grief he had to deal with. He’d been drowning in heartache until he’d imagined a different side of the woman he loved. The irritating Emily distracted him. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he still managed to function.