Alex’s mouth dried. A tremor overcame her. She’d faced many demons, but none looked as
predatory as this creature. The demoness
moved with catlike grace, and her eyes scanned her surroundings as if searching
for prey. This was no Christmas-loving
Stella Foster. This was a voracious
beast hunger-bright for something to snack on, something that would shriek and
bleed.
Run
before she sees you! Alex’s instincts screamed. Her heart hammered as if to burst from her
chest. But her legs quaked and refused
to hurl her back into the truck. Even
though about twenty yards separated them, her talent drummed with insane
violence, a sure indication the demoness possessed considerable power, more
than Colwyn and Jacob combined.
The fiend’s head turned towards
her. Alex looked away and pretended to
study the house for sale. Her hands
clutched at the gris-gris and holy water in her pockets as she watched out of
the corner of her eye.
The demoness stalked to the driver’s
side of the BMW parked a few feet in front of her truck. Alex glanced over and met a cold stare from
eyes like black holes. It was as if twin
pits had been bored into the flesh of the demoness’ face, destroying the first
impression of flawless beauty. Alex
feared if she looked too long she’d be swallowed in the dark depths. Was Hell as bottomless and black as those
eyes?
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