a kiss like that in my house.”
“Dad?” Gaby hugged Alexander pressing her
entire body against his. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She
kissed him again. “You did it. I knew you could.”
Gaby let him go and took her father’s hand.
“Are you okay?”
Alexander looked at Bruce now with Gaby in
his lap. He hadn’t healed Bruce. But his face looked fresh and
shiny. Not a mark on him. Glancing around the room he spotted
Grace, her finger pressed to her lips.
Mom, did you heal him?
She didn’t respond. Shaking his head, he
tried again but was still too weak to communicate.
Grace had cleared the entire field, helped
Sammy dispose of the demon and still had enough power to heal
Bruce. Meanwhile, he could barely sit up.
Boon and Sammy cuddled on the love seat,
holding each other as if they’d been apart another two thousand
years.
Gaby tugged at Alexander to join her on the
coach, next to her dad. “I-I don’t know what to say.”
Grace hobbled into the room, her arthritis
obviously bothering her. “You don’t need to say anything, child, it
wasn’t your fault.”
“But I-I almost killed my own father.”
Alexander squeezed her hand but knew there
was nothing he could do to take away that kind of pain.
Boon pushed Sammy from his lap but kept hold
of her hand. “It actually wasn’t your fault, Gaby. I was on my way
to your house to meet with you and Bruce about something. The fire
was a gift.”
“A gift?” Gaby exclaimed.
“Yes, the creature you saw. What color was
it?” Boon continued.
“A yellow-orangish. It didn’t look like
Forras or any of the other demons we’ve seen. It wasn’t even a
demon, I don’t think.”
“It was a demon. A specific kind of demon—a
scout. One that can only be killed a certain way.”
“Fire. That’s why she…but why didn’t it
stop?” Alexander regretted his question before it left his
lips.
“I don’t know. But Gaby, I promise I’ll
figure it out.” Boon stretched a hand out and patted her on the
knee.
“That’s not the important question right
now.” Sammy chimed in. “How and why did it come here? I thought
we’d chased out Forras’ clan.”
“We did,” Boon said.
“Then why?” Gaby trembled.
Alexander reached out to pull her close and
hold her but retracted when her father wrapped his arm around her
and leaned her into him. Should they have warned her about the
demon and her powers? Maybe it would have kept her from losing
control like that. Information could be powerful.
Boon pulled a kitchen chair out to the
living room for Grace. “I’m not sure, but I have a theory.”
“What is it?” Alexander swallowed down a
rising lump in his throat.
“Somehow they’ve discovered the powers used
in Kemp to destroy Forras and his gang. I believe that demon was
hunting for clues but got more than it bargained for.” Boon turned
to face Grace. “I need to try to infiltrate another demon
cell.”
Alexander’s chest tightened at the thought.
Living among demons again would be torture. How he’d made it so
long with Forras was beyond his comprehension.
“No. You can’t.” Sammy grasped Boon’s
arm.
“Sammy, my love, I’m sorry. It’s the only
way to know for sure. If they’ve tracked the powers to our
location, we’ll have to relocate. At least until Gaby is trained
and we can fight.”
Gaby was so vulnerable and confused. He’d
felt her turmoil last night and knew she wasn’t ready for a
war.
“But I thought the point of my powers were
to avoid a war.”
“Yes, but it doesn’t mean we can fight now.”
Alex wanted to take her into his arms, head for the sky, and not
stop until they landed far away from all of this. If only he could
keep the demons away, protect her.
“What should we do?” Gaby’s voice
quivered.
“Act normal. Go to school on Monday. If they
know about the powers in Kemp, it’s imperative they don’t know who
possesses them.” Boon clung to Sammy, and Alexander knew how tough
it