granddaughter that the child she carried would ruin her life.
Cara's head throbbed with the need to scream, to vent and punish these people for being so callous, weak and human . There was no restraint, no order. She bowed her head as people boarded the plane in an uncoordinated, slow trickle. She blocked out the urge to shove people into their seats and rail at the chatty women sitting two rows behind her. Rage sensed how perilously close she was to losing control. He gleefully shoved her towards the edge of a cliff from where there would be no return. Panic fluttered through her. Was she strong enough to contain Rage from London to Ireland? Her hands trembled over the belt buckle, debating. She didn't have the money for another ticket, but what if she went postal during the flight?
Are you possessed?
The Ancient's voice broke through the panic and she stilled. What?
You let the demon possess you.
Cara scowled. I had no choice. I couldn't let him possess the police or one of the passengers.
Are you strong enough to hold him?
She was about to snap back at him when Rage viciously sank his teeth into her heart. The belt around her waist was the only thing that kept her in place as Cara bent over, the top of her head touching the seat in front of her. The man across the aisle watched her excitedly. Freaking pervert.
Are you strong enough?
The Ancients voice was cold. It forced her to focus. Pride reared its head and she bitch slapped Rage again. He was momentarily stunned and it gave her enough time to catch her breath and answer. I'm almost at the end of my rope, but I can handle him.
Do you do this often?
The knot on the back of her head had its own pulse. She dug around in her purse for more pills and ignored the teenagers that sat beside her, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings to each other. She tilted her head back to swallow the pills and ignored the wary glance the couple shot her.
The demon knew your name.
So, the Ancient watched the fight she had with the human and Rage. She couldn't help feeling a bit miffed that he hadn't stepped in to help. If he had, she wouldn't be such a battered mess.
I'm a demon hunter , she said shortly.
But you're human.
No shit, Sherlock, she thought.
How did you know the human was possessed?
She huffed impatiently. I can sense when a demon is near. It's like getting a whiff of a sewer.
Cara jolted forward when a large woman hit her seat from behind. The woman's strong perfume wreathed Cara's senses and when she sneezed, her whole body shrieked in protest.
You're able to resist being completely possessed by a demon. How?
She rubbed a shaking hand over her face. She should be grateful that the Ancient distracted her while people settled into their seats at a snail's pace. Some asshole held up the line as he tried to shove a huge bag into the overhead bin. The flight attendants tried to squeeze their way through the masses to get to the asshole and Cara closed her eyes as her head throbbed. Rage tossed tempting images into her mind. She felt as if she was drowning in his power. She desperately reached for a memory of her mother and let her heart fill with love. Rage howled as bits of his spirit disappeared, ravaged by an emotion he didn't understand.
I love my mom and sister. As long as I keep my eyes on my family, I can resist the demons temptations. Demons can't possess someone filled with more love than hate.
There was a long silence she didn't understand. She could hear the flight attendants trying to reason with the cheap ass who wanted to take things out of his bag and toss them into the other overhead bins. She blew out a long breath and tried to get comfortable. This was going to be a long flight.
Some puppets carry out demons' biddings unknowingly.
Even though he didn't say it, the man that Rage possessed appeared in her mind. Did the Ancient think the human had been an innocent victim? She relaxed fractionally as
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