Unquiet by Kay Camden

Author:Kay Camden [Camden, Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-7336212-1-2
Publisher: Kay Camden
Published: 2019-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Waapikoona surprised Mick by coming through his apartment door. She was making this too easy for him. There had to be something else at play. His use of the demon corpse as blackmail couldn’t be that effective.

“Where’s the body?” she asked.

Or maybe it was. “Hidden. You get the shower first.” He could still sense the presence of that corpse like a lingering residue in the air, still had to concentrate on remaining human.

She slid off her coat, watching him. The cut on her face leaked black ooze, the skin around it tinged with gray. Kind of like what his arm used to look like but on a smaller scale. Declining a shower was on the tip of her tongue, he could tell. Compliance was so unnatural on her, he had to watch closely or he’d miss it. Maybe he shouldn’t savor it so much. It seemed wrong to get pleasure out of using blackmail to wield such a powerful upper hand over someone so fierce.

Her boots came off next, and she didn’t stop there. Jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, sliding down long legs. One sock then the other. She still watched him, daring him to stay or leave—he wasn’t sure which. Then her fingers gripped the bottom of her shirt, and he felt something inside him cave.

No. Not like this. His terms, not hers. “Don’t use up all the hot water.” He went in the bedroom to find her something to wear. He didn’t come out until he heard the shower turn on. She’d left the bathroom door open. He closed it, picked up her discarded clothes, and tossed them in the laundry basket with his own.

Above him, a child’s voice filtered through the ceiling. Old Mae’s slow tread squeaked the old wood. The child’s voice became frantic then crying. The only children Old Mae would have in her house were Kari’s. Mick threw on sweatpants and a hoodie, grabbed the laundry basket, and ran outside and up the front porch steps. A glance at the old barn showed no sign of Waapikoona’s friend.

“It’s Mick,” he called as he opened the door.

The crying cut off and Janie came into the hall, face streaked and eyes wet. He put down the basket and crouched to her level. “What’s the matter, little birdie?”

She didn’t move so he went to her, taking her shoulders to look at her. The last time he saw her, she’d changed into a biting demon. Even though he knew that hadn’t been her, seeing her now relaxed a strain in him even though she was crying.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to his chin.

“Just a little scrape. It don’t hurt.”

“It’s all dirty.”

“Where’s your mom at?”

Doug came down the stairs. “Uncle Mick, where were you? Mom’s worried. You didn’t answer your phone.”

“It’s dead. What’s goin’ on?”

Old Mae had come into the hall behind Janie. Her usual hunched shoulders seemed more weary. “Helen had a relapse. Kari took her to the hospital in the city. You need a bandage for that scrape … and a bath.

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