"What the fuck would make you think I would ever want to make a deal with you, Nephilim?" Sean shook his head. "I don't make deals with angels. No demons do."

"Not even if it is something... or someone you really want?" I asked, adding a flirty tone to my voice. I saw Sean's head perk up just a tiny bit. It was barely noticeable, I doubted that Mekiah even caught it, but she corrected me. "I saw..." she whispered. Sometimes I forget she is psychic, and she freaks me out.

"I'm listening," Sean growled, "but this better be good. I can tear Pretty Boy apart from the inside out, you know. Make him drown in his own blood..."

"Oh FUCK OFF!" I growled and grabbed his chin with my fingers and crouched down until our noses touched. I looked into his eyes and spat, "You won't, because if you did, you wouldn't have a body anymore. You would prance your fucked up demon ass right back into the pits of Hell, so stop fucking threatening me. I am trying to work something out so everyone can be happy.

Now listen. Jack and I talked. A lot. We decided it would be best to let you take Sarah," I said quietly, crouching down in front of him and leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my face.

It was so hard to look at him and comprehend that this wasn't my Jack. The realization always hit me the most when he spoke because his voice was so much deeper than Jack's, and he had a distinct way of speaking which was very different from Jack's. Plus, he didn't have an Irish accent.

Sean laughed sharply. "You actually think I am going to fall for your bullshit? No one would just hand over their friend," he shifted his eyes to Mekiah, "or lover," then turned back to me, "to a demon." Sean's eyes narrowed.

"We would, simply because we know that she is nothing more than a meat suit. Her spirit, the real Sarah, has moved on."

Sean looked irritated by my logic and reason. "So what's the catch? What's the deal? There are two sides to a deal, you know..."

"You leave Jack. For good. Never return, never come back, EVER. You don't hurt us, you just stay the fuck out of our lives," I snarled. "That's all we want."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Interesting... I'm not saying no just yet. Keep talking, handsome... I like to listen to the transcendence of your sexy voice..." He licked his lips.

"There's one more thing," I said.

"Mhmm. There always is..."

"We don't know where she is. You have to tell us how to find her, but if you do, we will take you to her," I said quietly.

Sean laughed again and shook his head. "What makes you think I know where her cold, lifeless, soulless corpse is hiding?"

I stood up and started pacing in front of him. "Well, for starters, you showed up here after a year, and the next day you took over Jack's body and went to an abandoned warehouse where she just happened to be. I don't think that was a coincidence."

"So..." Sean said with a defeated tone, "Jack learned how to see through my eyes, did he?" He lowered his blazing green eyes and sighed. "I imagine he took you there, no?"

"Yes. He did. We didn't see Sarah, but Jack did once you were gone. He saw her being put into a black SUV by someone or something else. Any ideas where they could have taken her?"

Sean rested his head back against the wooden banister and closed his eyes. "I have an idea of where she may be. If you untie me, I could take you there," he said, fluttering his eyes open and looking up at me through his long eyelashes.

"Not a chance, demon. You tell us now, or you lose your chance at freedom," I snapped.

Sean sighed. "Can I at least have a piece of paper and a pen so I can draw a map?"

"Nope. Speak or no deal."

Another heavy sigh came from Sean. "Alright. But if you are fucking with me, angel, or if you try any funny shit when I try to take her, I will find a way to come back for you. Jack as well. I will make you scream in ways your little cupcake Jackaboy never could. I will hunt you down, I will torture you, I will destroy you. Then, when you are barely able to breathe and begging for your worthless, pitiful life, I will skin your precious Jack alive right in front of you. I will slit his pretty little throat. I will lick his warm blood off of my fingers and fuck his corpse before he has a chance to get cold. And then, angel, I will fucking kill you, slowly." He lowered his head, eyes still on me, and let out a horrifying, growling laugh.

I swallowed hard, the nodded. "Understood." I shifted my eyes to look at Mekiah, and she looked back at me worriedly.

Sean's demeanor seemed to lighten. "So, do you geniuses know how to actually get me out of Jack?"

I looked at him, surprised. "Uhhh... NO?! I thought you did! I mean, why would you have gone to find her the other night if you didn't know how to possess her?"

He looked at me, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I was bored. I figured I might try to... improvise, but I never got the chance."

I laughed. "I'll tell you what, cupcake... We will work on finding a way on our end. We have plenty of information at our disposal. Don't try anything funny, or the deal is off. Once we have everything planned out, we will summon you again."

Sean nodded slightly.

"Jack? Push him out, Jack."

Sean's eyes squeezed shut, and Jack's head slammed backwards into the banister. I could hear Sean laughing as Jack's head cracked the hard wood over and over again. By the time I realized what was happening and got to him to stop his skull from cracking open, he hit it five or six times. I could see blood on the banister.

I was holding Jack's head in mine when he finally let out his signature roar, telling me my Jack was back. He opened his eyes and I was thankfully staring into his sapphire gaze. Tears began to well up in his eyes, then spill down his flushed cheeks.

"M-mark?"

"I'm here, Jackaboy," I cut the zip ties and cradled him in my arms. "Shhh... I'm right here. I've got you."

I gently ran my hand over the back of his head to survey the damage. I felt blood immediately. When I pulled my hand back, I saw more blood than I cared to.

"Jack, baby, I have to take you to the hospital," I whispered to him, and he started shaking his head, saying "no, no, please, Mark... no..."

"I have to. We will tell them you wiped out on your skateboard, and your head hit the pavement. I need to make sure you don't have a concussion, and you definitely need stitches."

Mekiah ran upstairs, and when she came back she handed me some towels. I placed a towel on the back of his head, applying as much pressure as I could. Mekiah went to the kitchen, and came back with a Ziplock bag full of ice.

"Great plan, genius," she said, picking up her backpack and mine. "Get him to the car. I'll drive."

I lifted Jack from the floor, and he felt weightless. I almost forgot I was still in Nephilim form. I carried him to the car, and he was sobbing, begging me not to take him to a hospital.

"Babe, no worries! They will just stitch you up and you will come home with me tonight. It won't be like before. I promise." I kissed his lips, and pressed my forehead against his. "I've got you, Jack. I will never let you go. I will take care of you. I promise."