Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“You’re leaving once the sun sets?” Leo asks.
“Yep. The sooner we get out of here, the better. Then Leo can start laying the groundwork to lure Vivian and Marco out.”
I finish my coffee and put the mug in the sink. The dishes need to be rinsed and loaded, but Leo’s been on his own for a few days and clearly hasn’t kept up. There are no rubber gloves, and my left hand is still bandaged. I haven’t checked it or changed the gauze like I was supposed to.
I sit back down and start unwrapping it, accidentally pulling at the scab.
“Let me,” Xavier says, appearing in the doorway.
Leo and Ryder both turn. Right—this room isn’t lightproof. Xavier stands there anyway, unbothered by the sunlight. He told me vampires his age can tolerate indirect light like this. It weakens him, but for the sake of an unspoken pissing match between him and Ryder, he’d probably stand here until he burned to a crisp.
Xavier gently removes the bandage and inspects my hand. “It’s healing,” he says.
“What happened?” Leo asks. “That looks nasty.”
“Funny story,” I say.
Xavier leans closer, a small smile on his face as he looks at me like he wants to devour me—and not just my blood. The intensity of his gaze makes me blush. He runs his finger up my forearm, pulling my hand into his lap under the guise of examining it. He’s not subtle.
“Basically,” I start, “I used my blood to pull a demon out of Xavier. Then Marcus Henry ripped open my stitches and put my bleeding hand in the middle of the sigil. He drew it with Antonio’s blood, and that’s how they opened the door to Val’s cage.”
Leo blinks. “Typical Tuesday night for you, huh?”
“For real.”
“Wait,” Ryder cuts in, eyes narrowing as he looks at Xavier. “You were possessed by a demon? You sure he’s not still possessed?”
“Come on,” Antonio says, shaking his head and shooting Ryder a look that says don’t fucking start.
“Hey,” Leo says quickly, sensing the tension. “I’m starving and we don’t have anything good here. Want to run out and grab something?”
“Sure,” Ryder says, more than happy to leave.
Xavier finishes wrapping my hand, and we head back into the dark living room. We sit together, trying to enjoy a few quiet moments before everything goes to shit.
I don’t realize I’ve dozed off until Xavier gently wakes me, telling me Leo is back with food. I check my phone and realize they’ve been gone much longer than it takes to pick up takeout. Antonio carries in several bags of Chinese food, and Leo follows behind him holding an ancient-looking book.
“Is that a demon encyclopedia?” I ask, eyes widening. I’ve heard of them but never seen one. Rumor has it they’re closely guarded by witches, locked away in enchanted cabinets by the Grand Coven.
“Yes,” Ryder says, looking a little smug as he steps into the room. “I was able to pull some strings. We only have it for a few hours.”
“And it’s not in English,” Leo adds.
Xavier holds out his hand, and Antonio gives him the book.
“It’s a mix of Spanish, Old English, and Aramaic,” Xavier says, flipping through the pages. The handwriting changes constantly, clearly written by different people over time. “I can read this.”
“Really?” Antonio asks, surprised.
“Yes,” Xavier replies, like it’s obvious.
“Val is mentioned,” Leo says. “Somewhere in the middle.”
Forgetting about the food, I scoot closer to Xavier, my hand resting on his side as he carefully flips through the pages. Eventually, he stops. There isn’t much written. If not for the sigil drawn in the center of the page, I wouldn’t even know it was about Val.
We all watch as Xavier scans the text.
“This says Vaelric is a powerful demon in command of twelve legions of lesser demons.” He points to a line. “The direct translation is… too powerful to kill, but has been imprisoned.” He pauses, and the look on his face tells me he knows exactly what comes next. “His specialty is necromancy.”
The room goes still.
“If he’s freed,” Xavier continues quietly, “he’ll be able to control the dead.”
I swallow hard. The dead… means the undead.
And vampires are undead.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
The biggest sense of relief washes over me the second I walk through the garage door and step into the mudroom. Xavier and Theo have to go downtown for some sort of council meeting. Mabel wants to order food again, and I text Delphi just a few minutes ago, inviting her over.
It very much feels like the calm before the storm.
Because it is.
But we can’t sit around waiting for the wind to pick up. We have to keep moving, keep pretending life is normal. That’s the not-so-funny thing about life—no matter what happens, the world keeps going. And right now, we need it to look like I’m not actively searching for a demon or quietly panicking because I have days left to unleash hell on earth.