Devils Are Prickly Bastards by Holly Ryan

Author:Holly Ryan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, vampire slayer, vampire reverse harem, vampire suspense, paranormal reverse harem
Publisher: Holly Ryan
Published: 2018-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Paul entered the closet then, and everything inside me screamed to run, to escape the crush of his dark presence and the matching dark sensations needling my back. The static noise that always accompanied him sawed at the edges of my mind, but I forced my slayer sense to keep it back. The only nightmare I wanted to deal with right now was him.

He towered over me, so much bigger than he had been just days ago. My teeth chattered at the full-body shudder urging me away from him, but there was nowhere to go. So I planted my feet in the sand, unmoving, even as the tips of his bowling shoes hit mine.

I attempted to blank my face of all emotion except boredom as I stared up into his watery blue eyes. “‘Sup, Paul.”

His static noise grew as if to drown me out. He seemed to look through me at his creepy lake behind me, and I wished I knew of its importance to him. The Lake of Truths hadn’t shown me everything, that was for damn sure.

Slowly, deliberately, I slid the stake free from my bun, all my senses sharpened toward him. I doubted it would hurt him, which was why I also freed my seraph knife from my thigh holster at the same time. No clue if that would work either.

Sometimes it astonished me at how good at this I was.

Water splashed up my boots from the direction of the open door behind him, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off Paul even though he was zeroed in on the lake behind me, completely uninterested in me.

A sudden idea made me have to pee. Would he even notice if I slipped out of here? I shifted my feet just slightly, hardly a movement at all.

Something cold and wet slipped over my shoulders from behind. A shallow gasp filled my lungs with a sliver of air. Shock, then terror, froze that single breath before my back hit the Lake of Dead Slayers.

“MOVE IT!” Paul shouted.

The lake closed over my head. Panic lit through my mind with bright, wailing alarms. I thrashed, kicked, flailed, but my body was sinking. Drowning. Slimy things I imagined were fleshless bones shackled my wrists and ankles, and pulled. Dead slayers, trying to make me one of them.

Good thing my expertise was dead things.

I tightened my grips on my stake and seraph knife, sending up a quick thank-you to the god of not-dropping-things, and fought back as hard as I’d ever fought in my life. Blind, deaf, and with only a fraction of the air I needed left before I’d be forced to take a breath, I jerked and stabbed until the slick grips on my arms and legs loosened.

Once free, my senses rattling around in my skull, I took a wild guess which way was up. My lungs burned. Little dots of color exploded behind my closed eyelids, brighter and brighter until my whole body screamed with the need for air.

Then my head broke the surface, and I dragged in a breath that tasted like death.

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