My Big Fat Demon Slayer Wedding (A Biker Witches Novel) by Fox Angie

Author:Fox, Angie [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: paranormal romance
Publisher: Angie Fox
Published: 2013-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The dead woman had to pick the darkest, twistiest path. We followed her anyway. She wanted to show us something, and as far as I was concerned, the more I could learn about this place, the closer I was to determining what in Hades was happening to me and to my possessed wedding guest.

Of course, I have to admit it was a bit nerve wracking when the path took a sudden twist and we lost sight of the clearing behind us.

“Stick close, Pirate,” I ordered.

For once in his life, my dog listened. He kept his nose to the ground and ears up as we trailed the ghost deeper into the garden.

The tangling vines above us grew thicker. The air was heavier with every breath, every step. The ghost widened the distance between us. I could still see her, barely, on the shadowed path ahead. She hovered higher as the path twisted once more.

“See that?” I muttered to my dog, “she’s changing.” She was even beginning to fade.

“I still don’t see anything.” Pirate sniffed the air. “Can’t smell her, either.”

I stepped past part of the trellis that had fallen in. It had broken in several places back here. Tree branches shot through, garden debris spilled onto the path. It was as if the entire structure was under siege.

“Do ghosts even have smells?” I was afraid to take my eyes off her as she passed through a waterfall of wild ivy.

“Everything has a smell,” he said, as if it were obvious. “Like this place? It smells like rotten flowers and mucky dirt.”

I didn’t need his nose to tell me that.

“It’s actually kind of nice,” Pirate mused. The leaves to the left of me crackled as he paused to bury his nose in a pile of dead foliage. “Um hum. I’m detecting floral tones with a touch of dark oak. Dry, with a surprising boldness.”

“Focus.” I knew he was a connoisseur, but we didn’t have the time.

It worried me that the dog with such a natural affinity for specters couldn’t contact or see this one. Of course, all the ghosts Pirate had met had been benevolent.

I rested a hand on my switch stars, wondering if they even worked on the dead.

“Well, I think this is a very nice path,” Pirate said, as I stepped over a fallen log and he ducked under it. “This is fun, right?”

Not when the garden grew darker. My stomach grew heavy with dread. I didn’t need demon slayer mojo to tell me something was very wrong here. I could feel it in the way prey senses a predator. It was as if we were being watched, hunted. Lured closer for the kill.

There would be no one to help us out here. We were on our own.

The poisoned wedding dress was only the beginning. I had no doubt the next strike would be more violent.

I stumbled a little as I stepped into a hole. It seemed that everything I’d counted on was crumbling underneath my feet.

Snap out of it.

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