fighting the pain to keep the ax in her hands. Why didn’t the demon body collapse? She’d heard that chickens ran around headless, but this was worse. The thing’s body lurched forward, arms flailing blindly as though he was…searching for her.
Gabe rushed to her side, grabbing her around the waist, and before she could protest, he carried her and the ax back to his car. He set her on her feet at the trunk and pulled out a rag, wetting it with a canister of water. He kept glancing at the still-not-dead demon body as he worked on her.
“We’ve only got a couple more minutes.” He started wiping the green goo off her. The skin still looked red, but there were no blisters. Not yet anyway. “Get all the blood off. It’s like a mild acid.” He opened the driver’s-side door and handed her the keys. “Once you’re clean, get out of here. I’ve got to finish this.”
Tegan kept wiping, fast, but she had no intention of leaving Gabe to fight alone. Not a chance. She tossed the rag back in Gabe’s trunk and stopped when she saw the cache of weapons. In order to complete her third-degree black belt, she’d trained and mastered ninja stars, nunchaku techniques with nunchakus, and, her weapon of choice, the sword.
Without hesitation, Tegan grabbed the katana, sliding it free of its sheath. After a couple of practice swings she almost smiled. It was sharp and hummed through the air. She turned around and went to help Gabe as he landed another ax blow to the demon’s shoulder. But the body still wouldn’t die .
He frowned, keeping half his attention on her, and half on the demon. “This isn’t a game. I told you to get in the car and drive away.”
Good thing her hands were full or she would’ve socked him. “When I came out here you weren’t winning this fight. Now you’ve got your ax back and a dying enemy.”
“Not exactly.”
She glanced over at the demon. Three reptilian heads pushed their way through its neck. Black forked tongues and orange eyes, and more green blood oozed down the front of its shirt.
“Holy shit. That is disgusting.” She tightened her grip on the katana. “This is unreal. How do we stop it?”
“That’s what happens when you cut the head off a Viri demon.” He looked her way. “You get three more.”
“How was I supposed to know?” She stayed close to Gabe, her shoulder pressing against his jacket.
“You were supposed to stay inside.”
They moved together toward the pissed-off three-headed demon.
Tegan rolled her eyes. “Or maybe you could’ve told me how to kill the freak.”
“You have to go for the body with this one.” He took another step closer. “And stay away from the fangs. The venom will paralyze you.”
“Got it.” Together they lunged into battle, and while Gabe dodged the heads to get in closer to the body, Tegan spun the katana, slicing off one of the demon’s arms, keeping the demon’s attention on her.
It squealed and hissed, heads bobbing in her direction, flashing sharp fangs. “You’re an ugly son of a bitch.”
Gabe swung the ax at its chest while she dodged a head, followed by a swing of its last arm. Tegan countered with a side kick into the open wound in the demon’s side.
The demon screeched and toppled to the ground. Lifeless. Gabe pushed it over with his foot, displaying his ax buried in the creature’s scaly chest. For a minute, she froze, immobile. A pool of green blood spread around the demon. The three heads lay still, eyes wide open.
Gabe walked over and took the katana from her hands. “Are you all right?”
Tegan nodded, relieved to see Gabe’s chiseled features instead of the horror in her parking lot. “I think so.”
“Good.” He guided her to his car and used the rag to wipe the blade clean before sliding it back into the leather sheath. Once the sword was safely in the trunk, he came toward her. He didn’t look ready to high-five her for helping him kill the monster in her parking lot. The demon blood