Blood Lust (The Blood Sisters Book 1) (28 page)

“What
are we going to do? Duncan!” Amanda’s voice shrieked and she shielded her eyes
as they raced toward the horde of demons intent on killing them.

“Brace
yourselves, kids!” Father Mike buried his head down, gripped the headrest as
the car rocketed forward; under his
breath,
he muttered an inspired prayer.

Demons
to the front. Flames of the underworld behind them.

Who
said only the good die young?

Ron
checked his watch for what felt like the thousandth time since the crew left to
free Amanda. They should have been back by now, but with no word, and no sign,
Ron was going crazy. Drawing the short straw and being forced to stay behind
was one thing, but to know he was holed up in the bar with a possessed woman,
filled with a demon of the underworld? thing,

That
was
bat shirt
crazy.

Still,
even a possessed person needed to eat, so Ron took to the kitchen and got busy.
He wasn’t a culinary genius, but he knew how to cook a steak. Since he didn’t
want to give Gwen a steak knife, he made a simple burger patty with a generous
slice of cheese. Everyone loved cheese.

He
prepped a few more burgers and cut steak fries. Soon, everyone would return,
Amanda and the rest would be hungry and with any luck, they could put this
whole business behind them.

Focus
on what they did, hunt demons, help out ordinary folk and maybe bring in a good
looking chick or two.

Was
that really too much to ask?

A
simple tray containing a burger and a glass of water was all he took down into
the basement. A demon could play with your mind, so Ron stuffed his ears with
cotton. Words and manipulation wouldn’t be used against him. So he set off down
the stairs, not able to hear how they
creaked
,
and pushed open the basement door unable to hear how it squealed.

“Gwen?”

Ron
stepped inside the room, but the chair—

The
chair was empty.

Ron
rushed toward the single chair inside the ring of salt, but the salt was
disturbed. A line was drawn through it like someone had snuck in here and
sabotaged it. Someone.

Or
something.

Damn
it, this wasn’t good. Not good at all. Ron placed the tray down on the small
table by the wall and grabbed his phone from his pocket. Putting it to his ear,
he prayed. Answer Duncan, answer!

 
He was hit from behind, all the air
knocked
out of his lungs. His chin slammed into
the table as his knees crunched into the concrete floor. Grinding his
fingernails against the table, Ron tried to hold on as something grabbed him by
the scruff of his neck and slammed him into the wall.

The
room spun and Ron moaned as he tried to move, but someone held him by the
throat. He clawed at her hand to try to get away, since when had she been so
strong?

Since
when did she attack them?

He
stared into her face and she was all smiles. A curl of hair cascaded down her
face. She growled at him as Ron slumped toward the ground.

“Jessica?”
Ron coughed and gagged, but she didn’t respond. She tightened both hands around
his neck and squeezed. He’d seen her mad before, but never like this. What the
hell had gotten into her?

Why
were her eyes red?

“Listen,”
Jessica hissed in a voice that wasn’t her own. Not one Ron had heard before.
“And remember.”

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