By Nancy Holzner
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I glanced around. Business owners don’t like to advertise that their business is infested by demons, but there was no one else in the lobby. ” She waved a hand vaguely toward the club’s interior and let the empty cupcake wrapper fall to the floor. Then she sat forward and put her head down on the desk. Her snores riffled Post-it notes like a gentle breeze. Great. Sleeping Beauty would be no help at all. I checked my watch. This was supposed to be a quick-in, quick-out job. Tonight my werewolf boyfriend, Kane, would be meeting my sister for the first time.
The head pulsed and shivered as the demon fed on the sins of those it trapped. Finally. Now to kill this demon, go home, and dress for dinner. I could douse the Peccatum with holy water or gut it with a bronze dagger. Either way, I’d have to get in close. I stood with my back against the wall and inched the door closed. There was a soft click as the latch caught. Immediately, exploratory gray tendrils—Sloth—sprang from the Peccatum and wafted toward me. The holy water kept me hidden. The tendrils felt their way around the door for a minute, then receded.
Gwen,” I said, reaching for the bread basket, “this bread is delicious. ” She looked at the basket in my hand as if she’d never seen such a thing before, then blinked and nodded. “Yes, I did. ” “Ooh, yum. I love tiramisu,” I said, so heartily I almost peeked into the demon plane to see if any stray wisps of Gluttony clung to me. But of course Gluttony wasn’t the problem. Nick came to the rescue—or tried to. ” Kane is a workaholic who doesn’t know the meaning of the phrase “spare time”—he’s too busy crusading for paranormal rights.
Bloodstone by Nancy Holzner