Demon Q by Marie Johnston

Author:Marie Johnston [Johnston, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marie Johnston

Chapter 13

Quution twitched in his sleep. A tickling sensation ran down his neck. He brushed at his ear and winced when his claw shredded the sensitive skin of his lobe.

He blinked his eyes open. What had woken him?

An inhale sent alarms through him. He sat up and twisted around. Why wasn’t Xan’s scent stronger?

He searched for her prone form. Her corner was empty.

Jumping up, he ran around the library as if he couldn’t see it in its entirety by standing in one spot.

Xan was nowhere to be found.

How had she snuck out? His energy and Stryke’s together should’ve trapped any being.

He lurched out of the room. Where could she have gone? He charged down the corridor before coming to a halt.

What was he doing? He could follow her anywhere.

He dragged in a slow breath to force his heart rate to calm. Vibrations trailed over his skin. Her energy pattern was fading.

Spinning on his heel, he stormed in the other direction. She couldn’t have gotten that far ahead of him. Her passing through his wards had to be what had woken him.

A familiar presence appeared behind him. He didn’t bother turning around. “I have her trail.”

“How’d she get out?” Stryke growled, pulling even with him in the passageway.

Quution glanced over and did a double take. Stryke’s tight shirt had a cartoon cat with hearts for eyes. The blue plaid flannel pajama pants were more his style, at least.

Stryke shot him a glare. “It’s Zoey’s shirt. It was dark.”

“Why wear clothing at all?”

“It’s become a habit. Besides, the shirt is already on. I’m not tossing it and risking her wrath.”

Xan’s scent called to him, her energy a fine, glittery filigree in the air. Quution powered around corner after corner. She’d made good use of her short time of freedom.

Stryke stopped. “We’ve circled around this spot three times. I can’t smell her.”

Quution didn’t stop. “She’s close.” Two more turns. Three, tops.

Stryke’s footsteps raced closer. He yanked on Quution’s elbow.

Quution wrenched his arm out of Stryke’s grasp. “What are you doing, Brother? She’s close.”

Stryke grabbed him again. “Is she? Or is she messing with you again?”

She wouldn’t do that… But the words died on his lips. He studied his surroundings. Stryke was right. He had taken lefts over and over again and circled back. The library was around the corner.

He fisted his hands and hissed at the sharp points of his claws. He kept his voice low. “She can’t be far away. Her powers must require proximity.” They had to, because then it’d mean he could still find her.

“Let me try.” Stryke slid him a sidelong glance. “She doesn’t hold quite the influence over me.”

Stryke scanned the corridor as he turned right and left, swiveling backward and forward. He stared back where they’d come from, where Quution had originally run.

The crafty vixen.

He picked up speed until they were jogging. His uneven platforms sent shocks through his spine. He brushed away the discomfort and ignored the strong urge to trot in the opposite direction.

She wasn’t fooling him again.

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