My Soul to Take by C.J. Archer

Author:C.J. Archer [Archer, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-05-14T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

"Hold." Quin put his fist up in a military style signal, stopping Myer and me behind him. "De Mordaunt, get back here."

"You hold," de Mordaunt tossed over his shoulder. "I'm no coward. Myer, come."

"Er, I think I'll stay here until it's all over."

"Wait!" I called to de Mordaunt. "Don't do anything violent. We need to talk to her. And we don't know who those people are with her. They might be innocents, or perhaps other demons with superior strength."

De Mordaunt didn't break his stride or bother to respond. He wasn't as accepting of a woman's interference as Quin. I watched him watching de Mordaunt. His fingers gripped his knife, and I knew he had others hidden in his clothing and strapped to his body, including Jack's otherworldly blade. Still, I knew he wished he had his sword with him.

"Let him go," Myer said from behind me. "He might succeed. Besides, he's already dead. What can she do to him now?"

I waited to see if Quin would answer, but he was too intent on de Mordaunt ahead. Edith and the three men with her had already rushed inside after inspecting the broken door.

"He's mortal in this realm again," I told Myer. "His body is, anyway. If it dies, his soul will return to Purgatory and it'll be back to the dungeons for him, having failed this trial."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

Perhaps not for someone who'd willingly spent centuries in those dungeons without requesting a trial. I suddenly felt less anxious and far more willing to let de Mordaunt confront Edith without us. Without Quin.

I sidled closer to him, but resisted the urge to wrap my fingers around his arm in an attempt to keep him with me.

"What's she doing?" Myer squinted into the dark street as shapes moved on the other side of the fractured door.

De Mordaunt covered the remaining distance with a few long strides but stopped outside the doorway. Hands on hips, he appeared to be studying the shapes.

"She has barricaded herself and her new friends inside," Quin said. "Since the door was smashed in."

"Not my doing," Myer protested.

"Your dog, your responsibility."

Myer looked as if he would protest again when Quin moved off. "Stay there, Cara." He had only taken a few steps when he hesitated and glanced back at me. "I mean it."

He didn't wait for my nod. He jogged across the street and joined de Mordaunt, who was still pounding on the piece of furniture that had been dragged in front of the door.

Myer clicked his tongue. "What are they doing? Just break the bloody window and climb in!"

"And walk into a potentially fatal situation?"

"We just had this discussion, Miss Moreau. They're dead. You would save yourself a lot of worry if you accepted that fact."

My heart lurched at the harsh truth but I kept my eyes on Quin. He and de Mordaunt seemed to be having a heated discussion, their growls and the occasional snapped word reaching us but not the entire conversation.

"I am coming to get you!" de Mordaunt suddenly shouted at the house.

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