Beverly Hills Demon Slayer by Angie Fox

Author:Angie Fox [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

I was in a much better mood as we set off to see the witches that morning.

Shiloh drove her Miata convertible while Dimitri and I rode our Harleys. I didn't even take it personally when Pirate opted to ride in the open car. Yes, I could give him motorcycle-style wind to blow back his ears and shoot up his nose, but I suspected Shiloh had also packed him a few homemade doggy biscuits.

Dimitri led the way, even though I'd been to the witches' new hideout more often. Chalk it up to the Y chromosome. Or maybe I simply felt extra mellow.

At least we were early enough to avoid traffic on the 405.

We headed in the direction of Beverly Hills once more, but this time, we exited onto Pico Boulevard before I could detect any of the darkness that had invaded the city itself.

I took it as a good sign, although I wasn't naive enough to think we'd been given a reprieve. Tentacles of evil slithered outward with every vibration of energy captured, with every soul "saved."

At least we were about to do something about it.

The Pico Boulevard exit took us down into an older neighborhood of squat 1940s-era buildings, mixed in with strip malls and restaurants. A yellow-and-orange sunrise colored the sky overhead.

This place reminded me of some of the older, more comfortable neighborhoods back in Atlanta. The urban sprawl seemed to go on for miles.

The witches had holed up in an old motor inn just past the white-and-gold painted facade of Eddie's Guitar Heaven. Grandma claimed it felt like home the first time she saw it. I didn't want to argue, because their last home had been a beat-up biker bar off the New Jersey Turnpike.

We pulled into the lot behind the Cocoa Cabana, a U-shaped assembly of motel rooms made to look like beachfront bungalows. Only they were painted brown, and they were all attached, and we were in the California desert. I glanced up at the dried bundles of white yarrow hanging from the pointed rooftops. It warded off hexes, so I'd heard.

"I always figured they'd end up living over a place like Big Nose Kate's," I said to Dimitri as we shut down our Harleys. Most of the other Red Skull hangouts had been along the highway, or at least more rough-and-tumble.

He hitched a leg over his bike. "They have a new life now," he said, careful not to step in a lavender garden, "just like we do."

I glanced at Shiloh, who pulled up to a spot under a palm tree. Pirate danced around in the front seat while she untied the yellow-and-pink daisy scarf she'd used to tame her hair.

What if Dimitri was right?

What if the witches and I had grown apart, without my even realizing it?

I didn't like it. After all, the gang had always been around for me when I'd needed a hand. They usually showed up before I called. Half the time, I didn't even want them there. This time, I'd had to wait for them.

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