The scream tore from Rebekah’s throat before she could stop it.

One second she was locking her apartment door after a late shift at the bar, the next a gloved hand clamped over her mouth and the world spun sideways. Asphalt scraped her cheek. A boot connected with her ribs. Pain exploded white-hot behind her eyes as the attacker snarled, “Tell your old man the Devils are coming for what he owes.”

She bit down hard. Blood flooded her tongue—his or hers, she didn’t know. The man cursed and jerked back, giving her the half-second she needed to slam her elbow into his throat the way her father had taught...