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    Demons normally give off an immense feeling of coldness, but if you’d feel where a Demon’s feet have touched, you’d find that the heat can cause third degree burns. I made it to the end of the wicker table next to the bed when the door suddenly opened. I waited for the humming, but heard nothing. It wasn’t him. Getting up off my hands and knees, I was surprised to find René looking around the room with a glare in her hooded eyes.
    You didn’t need to be a Demon or even smart, for that matter, to see that René truly despised Etta. She walked around the room examining every knick-knack, flipping open books, opening drawers, and even looking inside a few shoes in the closet. She hadn’t gone downstairs for her bottle yet, so her visit hadn’t been a drunken mistake. She seemed to be looking for something in particular. Was she such an alcoholic that she hid booze among her daughter’s belongings? As she turned from the closet to exit the room, she stopped. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the drunk saw me.
    Was there something more to this woman? Could it be the ability to see my kind the reason she took so kindly to the booze? I wondered what she searched for until she spat on Etta’s bed. It wasn’t the drink that fueled her hate for Etta. No, something entirely different was going on between mother and daughter. I hadn’t done a walkthrough on her because I didn’t see the need to waste my energy on it. Alcoholics were usually so easy to read from the outside. I could see now that had been yet another mistake on my part.
    “We’re home!” John’s crackling voice rang through house. René shuffled out of the room. Whatever she was doing, she didn’t want anyone to know. This woman was hiding more than just vodka bottles around the house.
    Something inside me wanted to go downstairs to see how Etta was doing, but it was that something that got me far too wrapped up in her to begin with. I’d continued my search for hotspots on the cold hardwood floor when Etta startled me, dropping down onto her bed, stomach first.
    “What are you doing down there?” Etta seemed close to bursting into tears even though her voice sounded happy.
    “Looking for hot spots,” I replied before turning back to the floor.
    “What for?” Etta asked.
    I really didn’t want to get caught up in another conversation with the girl. I tried to ignore the impatient tapping of her finger on the mattress as I felt around the floor at the foot of her bed.
    “I understand. I have another entity so you don’t want to talk to me now, huh? Typical guy gets all quiet when there’s competition around.” Etta giggled at her own failed attempt at comedy. The funny thing about jokes is that there is some honesty to them all.
    Typical guy? What did she think I was, some jealous boyfriend? She may have known a few things about Demons, but she hit off target with that one. Demons aren’t the jealous type; we’re more the territorial type. I could care less what happened to her or her demonic stalker as long as it didn’t involve my house. Yet I didn’t bother to correct her.
    “I’m trying to concentrate, and your constant squawking is a bit of a distraction,” I said instead.
    “He was standing right next to you. That’s where you’d find the warm spot. It’s probably gone by now.” Etta rolled on her back and let out a loud frustrated sigh. Normally, I wouldn’t be too happy about a barely eighteen-year-old girl knowing more than I did, but she did have a leg up on me in this situation. I couldn’t see or hear who or whatever attacked her. I got up and went over to where I had watched Etta get lit up a few days ago. That’s what it’s called when we send someone into sheer, paralyzing terror. It’s a difficult trick to pull off. You basically muster up every available ounce of energy you can safely spare and send it through a person’s body. Just the act scares the person so bad they don’t realize they