Darkest Heart by Nancy A. Collins

Author:Nancy A. Collins [Collins, Nancy A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, General
ISBN: 9781565048454
Google: wcMAAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1565048458
Publisher: White Wolf Pub.
Published: 2002-09-15T08:00:00+00:00

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The seraph halts and turns to regard me. I feel its thoughts pass through my mind, like minnows darting through swiftly moving water.

"Please, Sonja - make it go away!" Malfeis begs, on the verge of tears.

"Why should I?" My voice sounds like someone had used a floor stripper on my throat. "I ought to let it sing you and your toadies straight back to Hell."

"No!" Malfeis wails in panic, wringing his talons. "Not that! I'll do anything you want - just make it leave!"

"Give it up, then."

"Deal." The demon looks around, a sour look on his face. "I'll need something to put it in."

"Here - I think I have something that'll do the trick." I reach inside my jacket and pull out the little blue bottle VéVé gave me before we left Mojo House.

"It'll do," Malfeis says with a resigned growl. He unplugs the neck of the perfume bottle, raises it to his lips, and spits out the name. He then quickly stoppers the bottle and hands it to me. "There you go," he sneers. "Are you happy now?"

"I'm fuckin' ecstatic." I hold the bottle between thumb and forefinger so I can squint at the tiny glimmer of light within.

"We square now?"

"Yeah," I answer grudgingly, returning the bottle to my breast pocket. "I guess so."

"Then get that fucking thing out of my bar!" Malfeis shrieks, stabbing a clawed finger at the seraph.

"C'mon, Fido - let's clear out of this shit hole." Fido glances at me, then back at Malfeis. "Yeah, I know," I sigh. "But a deal's a deal."

The seraph obediently steps back and falls in behind us. The golden glow in its eyes gutters out as it returns to being a rank-and-file vagrant who wanders the streets in search of spare change and Thunderbird. I reach into my jeans pocket and hand the seraph a crumpled dollar bill. It quickly stuffs the money into its overcoat; nodding its head to a rhythm only it can hear, then simply turns and walks away.

"Who was that?" Estes whispered, eyeing the seraph's retreating back.

"Something I used to know."

"A friend?"

"No. But not exactly an enemy, either. It's too complicated to go into right now."

"That's alright. I don't think I could handle any more information tonight...."

Estes trails off, staring at a clutch of approaching tourists as if by sheer willpower he can somehow see beyond their cargo pants and divine whether they harbor monsters within. I can't decide whether the look in his eyes is suspicion or madness. Perhaps there's no difference.

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