Unholy Proposal (Unholy Inc Book 1) by Misty Dietz

Author:Misty Dietz [Dietz, Misty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781943716067
Publisher: Misty Media
Published: 2017-04-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Monsters are real.

Jessie coughed in the dark, trying to get her bearings. Her left arm felt like it was on fire, sliced open from something—shards of glass, likely—and doused with eighty proof alcohol from the bottles that had tumbled from the shelves. Moans, crying, and screams punctuated the darkness. Complete panic and mayhem had erupted as the club goers stampeded toward the exits. Her stomach pitched at the smell of rotten eggs. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she gagged. What the hell had happened? One minute things were normal, the next she was watching Mason kill one of her friends.

Her uncle had murdered Immortalis. My God!

Nate had taken her possessed uncle down. A normal human male wouldn’t have been able to do that single-handedly, not in Mason’s state.

After that, an earthquake. Never mind that earthquakes were supposedly rare and unremarkable in Minnesota. She’d been airborne for what seemed like an eternity. Weightless as the world dropped. Or maybe it was just the club? When the tremors had ceased, they’d come to a bone-cracking stop.

Her stomach twisted, and her head pounded. She gingerly fingered the goose egg swelling on the back of her noggin.

“Jessie, you okay, gorda?”

José. She coughed again. “Yeah. Be careful for the glass. I think it’s everywhere. Is Drake with you?” And where was Dante? She heard glass crunch underfoot and smelled José’s cologne as he leaned closer to be heard over the sounds of chaos. “Drake’s unconscious. We have to get out of here.”

Jessie, where are you?

Nate? Her skin prickled. She’d heard his voice as clearly as if he were actually speaking to her. It wasn’t the first time either, which only fueled her increasing alarm that Nate was…more than human. Then again, maybe she’d hit her head even harder than she’d thought.

José’s hands came under her knees and against her back like he was going to lift her. She pushed away from him. “No, help Drake instead. I’ll see about getting us some light so we can find the—”

She was going to say exit, but after what had happened, she wasn’t so sure she’d like what she’d find outside these walls either. Call it instinct. Maybe survival. She reached for the flashlight velcroed underneath her work station.

“No, Jessie. It’s too late for—”

The emergency generator restored power to the building. The lights and club music resumed like nothing had happened, yet the screaming and pushing of the crowd seemed amplified now that they could see the terror and panic reflected in one another’s faces. Jessie’s muscles locked, watching people trample each other, clawing their way to the exits like animals. Most of them were bloody and dirty from the rubble of the earthquake. Their costumes and the club’s Halloween decorations created a macabre scene from Hell that had come to life.

“Dante!” she yelled toward all corners of the club, knowing it was futile, but needing to anyway.

No one could get out. They pounded and shoved, but the exit doors wouldn’t budge. How many people were under that mass, trampled by now? Please don’t let Dante be one of them.

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