when a fist hit her in the stomach. Slashing in the air blindly, she barely kept from falling. A sharp pain ripped through her side
She’d been stabbed.
The demon laughed and wagged his eyebrows at her. “Gotcha.”
His glee was short lived when she kicked him in the balls and stabbed him in the shoulder. He staggered backward.
Not waiting for him to recover, and spotting that the one on the ground was already getting up, she sprinted to her townhouse, barely making it inside before one of them slammed against the other side of the door. The door groaned when he kicked at it. Several more solid hits and in spite of her specially designed thick door, he'd be inside. But then the kicking stopped.
“We’ll be back for you bitch,” he called, his voice muffled by the thick wood.
Footsteps moved away.
She wondered why they left.
Then hearing other voices she relaxed. “Hey what’s going on?” It sounded like her neighbors and their annoying yappy terriers made an appearance. Obviously the demons attracted attention because someone honked a horn and a man’s voice called out again. “You guys all right?”
Doubled over, she applied pressure to her side, and staggered to the bathroom, locking the door just to be safe.
She gulped in air and pressed her lips tight. The wound hurt like hell. Bright red blood seeped through her fingers. Gingerly, she tore her shirt open and inspected the gash. No guts had leaked out, that was a plus. The cut looked to be quite deep, although it was hard to tell how far in it went, with so much blood pouring out.
Her side pulsed and she blinked away tears. Tonia grabbed for the nearest towel and pushed it against the wound while she dug in the bathroom cabinet for a roll of gauze. Once she located it, with shaking fingers, tore the package open and grit her teeth. She shoved gauze into the wound and cried out at the piercing pain. Finally she took the bleeding towel and once again held it against the throbbing injury in hopes the bleeding would slow.
The room began to spin and she slumped onto the wall beside the toilet. With small gulps of air, Tonia waited for the shifting to stop.
She needed help. Her hand shook so much it was almost impossible to drag the cell phone from her bag. She considered calling Douglas, but her partner would ask too many questions. Besides, she didn’t want to drag him into this ugly world. He had a wife and children. Demons would relish that type of a target too much.
In spite of the fogginess, she went over several scenarios. Nine-One-One meant her department would be notified. Same if she alerted her neighbor.
Another dizzy spell hit. She leaned forward resting her forehead on the sink's edge. If she didn’t call and get help soon, she’d pass out and lose the opportunity.
There was no doubt in her mind the demons would return, maybe bring more with them. Yes, they'd be back once they were assured the neighbors were not looking out the windows any longer.
Her eyes misted as she stared at the phone for a long while. Who could she call? Why didn’t she have a plan?
If Alex were alive, he’d be the first one she’d call. He would not hesitate to protect her. Die for her.
She took a deep breath.
It hurt so badly.
Oh God Alex, I need you.
Not sure why, she dialed Inferno and asked for Sebastian. Hopefully he'd contact the only person that could be of assistance.
Either that or he’d come over and finish what the others started.
Chapter 4
Fallon leaned on a short brick wall and bit into an apple. The crisp sweetness engulfed his mouth. It brought back thoughts of entire days spent laying about eating apples fresh from his family’s orchard. Days of leisure, the life of a Lord. What a waste of time it seemed now. How long had it been since he’d been able to relax?
Lately, not at all. The damn humming of his body, a constant reminder of the threat inside. Fallon took a deep breath and relished the fact that tonight he felt
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