“I can’t concentrate.” The killer shifted farther back with her. “Can’t think with it in my head. I killed a homeless guy a couple weeks ago and the demon’s been with me ever since.”

“I’m warning you again,” Ben snarled. “Let the woman go right now.”

The guy tensed. “He’s telling me to let you go.”

“That’s r-right,” Eden said, her voice shaky. “Listen to the nice policeman. He wants to help you and so do I. Nobody has to get hurt here.”

“No, not the cop, the demon. He wants me to let you go.”

Okay. “Well, then listen to the nice d-demon. I can help you. I am psychic. Very powerful. That’s me. I’ll be able to talk to your demon and convince him to leave your body and go back to — to Hell… and then everything will be fine.”

“You don’t believe me. I can hear it in your voice.”

Her stomach clenched with fear. “No, I do. I totally believe.”

“The world is full of strange things and strange beings. They’re among us. Walking around, eating, drinking, living side by side with humans. I couldn’t see them before but now I can. They’re everywhere. Do you see them, too?”

“Of course I do.” It sounded like a lie. Mostly because it was. She could be this bastard’s next murder victim. Her life might be crappy at the moment, but that didn’t mean she wanted it to end. Her legs weakened, and if he hadn’t been holding her tightly she would have fallen straight down to the beige-carpeted floor.

She gasped as the knife pressed closer.

“Maybe if I slit your throat the demon will leave,” the killer growled into her ear. “He’ll see that he doesn’t have any power over me.”

Eden met Ben’s steady but worried gaze. He had his gun aimed at the serial killer’s chest, but at the moment she was blocking the way.