kids….
TWO
Now that Evalle knew where the demon was hiding, she quickly parked. This wasn’t the best place to leave a GSX-R after dark, but no one could steal the bike. Someone from Quinn’s extensive network of contacts had warded the bike to prevent the engine from firing unless Evalle was sitting on the seat. It really paid to have friends with mad psychic skills.
The bike had to be within her energy field for the wheels to even turn. Go team.
She traded her helmet for the dark sunglasses and left on foot to hunt, picking her way toward the building. Silence followed in the wake of her soft steps, as if no threat lurked nearby.
She knew better.
The air stank of evil.
Her demon was here, and the dead quiet meant the Cresyl knew Evalle was here, too.
Come get some …
Shadows whispered, stirring the hairs on her arms as she sensed a presence she couldn’t find.
She stomped her boots, and blades shot out around the soles.
No underestimating her opponent this time.
The nasty sulfur stench grew stronger the closershe edged. A solid sign that she was on the right trail, but she hadn’t heard a sound from the boys.
Please don’t be demon Kibbles ’n Bits …
Surely she’d gotten here in time. She couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to the twins. The boys annoyed her at times, but they were like family to her.
No wonder they annoy me …
She paused at an electric gate, which ran between the brick building and a long warehouse and closed off a wide driveway to the rear loading dock area.
She sized up the ambush potential.
Definitely a trap.
But who or what was the demon trying to catch? Kardos and Kellman were homeless teens no one cared about. No one but her and the Nightstalker Grady, who helped her keep tabs on the pair.
Using her telekinetics, she unlocked and lifted the gate so she could enter. She simultaneously sent out pulses that would interfere with any and all electronic surveillance or alarms the company had. As the gate moved, metal gears squeaked in protest, making her cringe, as it not only alerted the demons about her presence but also telegraphed her location.
Damn, why couldn’t her telekinesis come with WD-40?
She froze for a second, waiting for them to pounce. After a few mad heartbeats, she started forward again.
When she reached the back lot, one security light above her head shed enough light for a human to easily navigate the enclosed area. Thirty-foot-long metal shipping containers were stacked along the far side.
Everything was too quiet.
Tzader’s warning dug into her thoughts, reminding her not to fight demons alone.
You’re not immortal or impervious …
One mental call for help would bring the closest Belador running to give her support.
She considered that idea for all of a nanosecond.
Beladors
would
come—grudgingly—if she called. Screw that, and she wasn’t bothering Tzader. His meeting was too important.
I can’t put this off with those two boys at the mercy of a Cresyl demon.
She drew a shallow breath and walked further into the parking lot. The closer she got to the demon the more foul the air turned. Would the female Cresyl be in her demon form, or could the thing have fed on another human and now be masquerading in that poor soul’s body?
Where were the twins? Her panic for their safety was rising high.
A scraping sound above her drew her gaze over her shoulder, up to where two identical blond males clung to a galvanized pole mounted thirty feet off the ground that supported the halogen security light. One of the boys kicked his boot against thebrick wall and struggled to keep a grasp, but neither uttered a sound.
Thank the goddess they were safe
.
The demon had muted them—something
she’d
wanted to do to the back-talking Kardos on occasion—but this wasn’t funny.
Evalle needed something to break their fall. She spied a Dumpster and lifted her hand to telekinetically move it into place.
All of a sudden a blast of energy