The memories didn't stop.
Because Jax had no intention of letting them stop. He had stored every single fragment that would crack Cleenah's soul wide open.
Every detail cataloged. Every moment preserved. Arranged in the precise order designed to dismantle the woman standing before him piece by piece.
The projection continued its merciless playback.
Cleenah watched the mother and daughter flee through streets painted in fire. Ducking behind collapsed walls.
Squeezing through gaps between burning houses. Pressing themselves into shadows while demons swooped overhead like vultures circling a feast they hadn't bothered to finish.
They got caught.
Lilith's mother, half-dead from carrying two children through a warzone, still raised her fists. But the demon blocking their path wasn't threatened. Wasn't even remotely interested in ending it quickly.
He was having fun.
