Day of the Demon by Julie Kenner

Author:Julie Kenner [Kenner, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781953572141
Publisher: Martini & Olive

Since I once again got waylaid by Delores on the way to the parking lot, Stuart and Eliza easily beat us home. I found a note from Stuart on the kitchen table telling me he would text with an ETA tomorrow. I texted back that I would fill him in on all things demonic when he arrived back in San Diablo, and though he returned a smiley face, I was quite certain that he was mostly smiling about being away.

The truth is that I’d never wanted to get Stuart involved in this part of my life. Of course, I’d never anticipated that this part of my life would come knocking on my suburban doorstep. But now that I was back in the demon hunting game, I couldn’t help but want him to be all-in. I wanted him fighting the good fight, telling me that we were going to figure this out. Telling me that we were going to be able to protect Allie and help her get through whatever was coming.

I didn’t want him running scared from her, but I couldn’t help but fear that was exactly what he was doing.

I shoved the thoughts aside as Allie called my name, the shrill sound of her voice sending terror shooting through me. “Allie?” I turned, grabbing a knife leftover from breakfast off the kitchen table as I practically leaped into the living area, only to find that there was no demonic crisis. This crisis had little brother written all over it.

The guilty party howled on the floor, clearly upset by this sister’s reaction to the chocolate milk he’d spilled all over her favorite white T-shirt, not to mention my beige sofa.

“Mother! I just changed!”

“Not a crisis,” I said calmly, picking Timmy up and soothing him. “Go change again. I’ll wash your shirt, and I’ll see what I can do about the couch. And you, Mister,” I said, tapping Timmy, nose, “you get to go play quietly in the corner.”

“Play band?” Timmy asked as Allie huffed in frustration before pounding up the stairs.

“That, kiddo, is not quiet.” I plopped him on the floor. “Coloring books.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” He’d behaved so well earlier that this meltdown was probably inevitable.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I got down on my haunches as I said the word over and over again, matching his loudness. This wasn’t a trick I tried often, and it must have been absurd enough to distract him into submission, because his eyes went wide and he burst out laughing.

“Coloring books?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Score one for the adult team.

I gave him a kiss on the forehead, then dragged over the basket where we keep the coloring books and crayons, not to mention the blanket that goes under them in a somewhat futile effort to protect the carpet. Meanwhile, I walked back into the kitchen to get the Shout and a rag, fervently hoping that the people who’d Scotchgarded the couch had done their job properly.

“You

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