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.Pulling herself to her knees, she crawls toward the table in the middle of the room.On top, thick wooden stands hold hats.One hand grips her throat, the other fumbles with the display.A hat stand falls to the floor, bouncing and landing next to Keely.She wraps trembling fingers around it and pushes herself back.Mianna rips the star from her neck.She smiles at Keely before disappearing.The lights flicker.The room brightens significantly as Keely moves herself toward Bryon.The other Demons stand around him uncertain of what they should do next.Keely gets to her feet and swings at them maddeningly.She succeeds in backing them away a few steps before one—the one with the cat eyes—wrenches the hat stand in Keely’s hand.Her fingers burn as she frantically tries to keep her grip.With little effort, he wins the tug-of-war and throws it hard behind him.It hits the door shattering in large chunks of glass.“Keely, go.Run,” Bryon demands.He pushes her away from him weakly as he tries to stand.“I’m not leaving you,” she cries.Bryon’s eyes plead with her.“Go.”Keely takes his hand and pulls him to her.She ducks under his arm, offering herself as support.“We’ll go together.”“You have to come back with us,” one of the Demons begins.“Apophis awaits your return.”“Apophis’ Demons are weaker in the daylight, right?” She asks Bryon quietly as they hesitantly approach the door.He nods and looks over her head.“It’s sunset.There’s no time.Please just go.” He shoves his keys into her hand.“We’re almost there,” she assures him quietly.The Demon with the cat eyes blurs as he flings himself in front of the door, blocking their escape, but he doesn’t touch them.His eyes lock with Keely menacingly.“The only place you’re going is back to the realm.We have orders from the Prince.”Bryon’s knees buckle and he slides out of Keely’s arm.He catches himself from falling on his face, but his right arm can’t hold his weight and he collapses the last foot to the floor.Keely cries out, a sound twisted with panic and fear.She drops to her knees beside him and rolls him over.His shirt is drenched in blood.She knows she has to stop the bleeding, but first they need out of here and away from these Demons.She looks around the room again for anything she may have missed earlier.The Demons are keeping their distance from her and Bryon.They haven’t touched them once.In fact, they appear to be purposely stalling.Or maybe confused.Keely pats Bryon’s pockets.Finds his phone.Even as she pulls the slim cell phone from his jeans and begins to dial, they do nothing to stop her.And that’s when it hits her.This is a trap.Keely ends the call before it has a chance to ring.She stands quickly.Puts one leg on each side of Bryon’s waist.Bends over and clasps his hands.Pulls him up to a sitting position.He grunts in pain, grinding his teeth.“I’m sorry, but we have to get outside.It’s our only chance.” She takes quick, short steps backwards, pulling him to his feet.Drags his arm around her shoulder and takes the waist of his jeans firmly as she moves him forward.The cat eyed Demon towers in front of the door unmoving, but his eyes flick quickly to the other Demons.“I’m going out that door.One way or another.”“Prince Apophis-”“Get out of my way.Now.”His cat eyes reflect the setting sun as he looks back at her.She holds his gaze.“That is an order from your Princess,” she says strongly.His eyes dart to the side, to his friends for help.Keely doesn’t take her eyes off him, so she doesn’t know what travels between them unspoken, but the Demon takes one large step to the side clearing the door.She doesn’t try to open it, just kicks out the last chunk of glass and finagles her way through, pulling Bryon with her.He sucks a breath through his teeth and she looks back at him.A piece of glass scrapes across his shoulder drawing more blood.She nearly lets go of him, but he begins to fall and she squeezes him instead.“Almost there.”Apophis appears as if from thin air.Leans against Bryon’s car like she would do sometimes after school.But he’s not a friend.Keely stops so abruptly, Bryon sways beside her.Apophis looks up as if just noticing them and clips the tip of a cigar.“Where are you going dear sister?”“He’s hurt.He needs to go to the hospital.Please.”Apophis tsks.“Not yet.” He leans close to her as if sharing a secret.“I’m waiting on someone.” He lights the cigar.Puffs of thick smoke swirl around them.“Who?” Her voice quivers over the one word.She knew this was a trap, but she hadn’t called anyone for help.But she wouldn’t necessarily have to she realizes.“Asmoday.”Apophis winks at her.“Clever little kitten.”Thirty-Four:Though this was not how he intended on the evening playing out, Apophis carries forth with what is left of his plan.It would have been better if he had Keely in his possession, hidden away in a realm.Asmoday would have felt the loss of their connection.The agony would have brought him to his knees.He would have folded like a piece of paper, agreeing to anything Apophis had offered.He’ll have to revise his plan as he goes.But it could still work if he plays his hand just right.While he waits for Asmoday to show, Apophis watches Keely struggle to hold the boy up.She is so small next to him.He wonders if she even realizes she’s covered in his blood.He’s curious if she is at all enchanted, the way he is, by the sensation of hot, sticky blood on one’s skin.With a long pull on his cigar, he fantasizes about trailing his tongue over her arms, her hands, her fingers.Licking her body clean of the Watcher’s sweet vital fluid.How much blood has he lost? His wound must be deep.Apophis hopes the boy is strong enough.Hopes he makes it until Asmoday arrives.“What is taking him so long?” He grins at Keely.Crosses his legs at the ankle [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Pulling herself to her knees, she crawls toward the table in the middle of the room.On top, thick wooden stands hold hats.One hand grips her throat, the other fumbles with the display.A hat stand falls to the floor, bouncing and landing next to Keely.She wraps trembling fingers around it and pushes herself back.Mianna rips the star from her neck.She smiles at Keely before disappearing.The lights flicker.The room brightens significantly as Keely moves herself toward Bryon.The other Demons stand around him uncertain of what they should do next.Keely gets to her feet and swings at them maddeningly.She succeeds in backing them away a few steps before one—the one with the cat eyes—wrenches the hat stand in Keely’s hand.Her fingers burn as she frantically tries to keep her grip.With little effort, he wins the tug-of-war and throws it hard behind him.It hits the door shattering in large chunks of glass.“Keely, go.Run,” Bryon demands.He pushes her away from him weakly as he tries to stand.“I’m not leaving you,” she cries.Bryon’s eyes plead with her.“Go.”Keely takes his hand and pulls him to her.She ducks under his arm, offering herself as support.“We’ll go together.”“You have to come back with us,” one of the Demons begins.“Apophis awaits your return.”“Apophis’ Demons are weaker in the daylight, right?” She asks Bryon quietly as they hesitantly approach the door.He nods and looks over her head.“It’s sunset.There’s no time.Please just go.” He shoves his keys into her hand.“We’re almost there,” she assures him quietly.The Demon with the cat eyes blurs as he flings himself in front of the door, blocking their escape, but he doesn’t touch them.His eyes lock with Keely menacingly.“The only place you’re going is back to the realm.We have orders from the Prince.”Bryon’s knees buckle and he slides out of Keely’s arm.He catches himself from falling on his face, but his right arm can’t hold his weight and he collapses the last foot to the floor.Keely cries out, a sound twisted with panic and fear.She drops to her knees beside him and rolls him over.His shirt is drenched in blood.She knows she has to stop the bleeding, but first they need out of here and away from these Demons.She looks around the room again for anything she may have missed earlier.The Demons are keeping their distance from her and Bryon.They haven’t touched them once.In fact, they appear to be purposely stalling.Or maybe confused.Keely pats Bryon’s pockets.Finds his phone.Even as she pulls the slim cell phone from his jeans and begins to dial, they do nothing to stop her.And that’s when it hits her.This is a trap.Keely ends the call before it has a chance to ring.She stands quickly.Puts one leg on each side of Bryon’s waist.Bends over and clasps his hands.Pulls him up to a sitting position.He grunts in pain, grinding his teeth.“I’m sorry, but we have to get outside.It’s our only chance.” She takes quick, short steps backwards, pulling him to his feet.Drags his arm around her shoulder and takes the waist of his jeans firmly as she moves him forward.The cat eyed Demon towers in front of the door unmoving, but his eyes flick quickly to the other Demons.“I’m going out that door.One way or another.”“Prince Apophis-”“Get out of my way.Now.”His cat eyes reflect the setting sun as he looks back at her.She holds his gaze.“That is an order from your Princess,” she says strongly.His eyes dart to the side, to his friends for help.Keely doesn’t take her eyes off him, so she doesn’t know what travels between them unspoken, but the Demon takes one large step to the side clearing the door.She doesn’t try to open it, just kicks out the last chunk of glass and finagles her way through, pulling Bryon with her.He sucks a breath through his teeth and she looks back at him.A piece of glass scrapes across his shoulder drawing more blood.She nearly lets go of him, but he begins to fall and she squeezes him instead.“Almost there.”Apophis appears as if from thin air.Leans against Bryon’s car like she would do sometimes after school.But he’s not a friend.Keely stops so abruptly, Bryon sways beside her.Apophis looks up as if just noticing them and clips the tip of a cigar.“Where are you going dear sister?”“He’s hurt.He needs to go to the hospital.Please.”Apophis tsks.“Not yet.” He leans close to her as if sharing a secret.“I’m waiting on someone.” He lights the cigar.Puffs of thick smoke swirl around them.“Who?” Her voice quivers over the one word.She knew this was a trap, but she hadn’t called anyone for help.But she wouldn’t necessarily have to she realizes.“Asmoday.”Apophis winks at her.“Clever little kitten.”Thirty-Four:Though this was not how he intended on the evening playing out, Apophis carries forth with what is left of his plan.It would have been better if he had Keely in his possession, hidden away in a realm.Asmoday would have felt the loss of their connection.The agony would have brought him to his knees.He would have folded like a piece of paper, agreeing to anything Apophis had offered.He’ll have to revise his plan as he goes.But it could still work if he plays his hand just right.While he waits for Asmoday to show, Apophis watches Keely struggle to hold the boy up.She is so small next to him.He wonders if she even realizes she’s covered in his blood.He’s curious if she is at all enchanted, the way he is, by the sensation of hot, sticky blood on one’s skin.With a long pull on his cigar, he fantasizes about trailing his tongue over her arms, her hands, her fingers.Licking her body clean of the Watcher’s sweet vital fluid.How much blood has he lost? His wound must be deep.Apophis hopes the boy is strong enough.Hopes he makes it until Asmoday arrives.“What is taking him so long?” He grins at Keely.Crosses his legs at the ankle [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]