Chapter 87

Dementia’s finger throbbed in pain. She stared down at the red dot on the end of her bandage, and imagined Kerry opening the package. He'd be hurt, hopefully not too irrational. It was just a finger. It hurt like hell, but she could possibly save it if she made it out.

She didn't pretend to know much about the other realms. Demetria knew Jack and Ivory were dead…their real bodies, so they couldn't hurt them or kill them. Since her real body was still linked to her spirit, he was able to chop off her finger, she assumed. She never imagined he would do it, but obviously, Jack wasn't that attached to his lover's finger.

She groaned, and turned over in her bed, staring at the stained-glass window in her room. Jack had taken care of her finger, doctored it, and had almost been kind.

She knew the only reason was that he needed her body. Part of her wanted to use that to her advantage, but this afternoon proved nothing she did would help.

Jack was going to do everything he could to resurrec