The Last of the Demon Slayers (DS4) by Fox Angie

Author:Fox, Angie [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Fiction
ISBN: 9781453888940
Google: 7WhHYgEACAAJ
Amazon: B00AWXYBFK
Publisher: Angie Fox
Published: 2011-01-21T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

So what do you do when Zatar the demon is after your dad?

Plan. At least that was my approach. I needed to come up with a strategy, a way to beat Zatar that wouldn’t hurt, kill or (God forbid) damn my dad. Luckily, I had a demon-slaying expert out on the front lawn.

I burst out of the house. “Max!”

My eyes burned with the sudden change from my dad’s darkened house to daylight. No matter. I took the steps two at a time, eager to find Max and to get the heck out of that creep show my dad called a house.

I slowed my pace as the witches drew their spell jars. Squinting, I tried to make out faces in the throng of biker witches forming a semi-circle around the house.

“Hold your fire,” I said. “It’s just me.” I hoped.

Braced for attackers, I turned. The blue door hung open. To my relief, nothing stirred inside. Well, except for the straw doormat.

It flopped out onto the front porch and shuffled sideways until it collided with a flowerpot full of brown hydrangeas.

“It’s just a zombie doormat,” I said.

Nothing to see here.

The biker witches recoiled as a unit.

Tell me about it. I’d sure feel better once we’d put a few miles between us and this place.

I half wondered if the hydrangeas would come back to life. Scratch that. I didn’t want to know.

A large winged griffin swooped overhead, his red, purple and green feathers bright against the blue sky. Dimitri. The man was hard to miss. My eyes adjusted and I cringed as I saw another winged beast in the distance. Flappy. And he had a small knobby-headed passenger. Cripes. If I told Pirate once, I told him a hundred times – no riding the dragon.

I reached the edge of the wards and shuddered as I pushed through the warm, soupy barrier. From this side, it tasted stale and dead. I rubbed at my lips with the back of my hand. Yuk.

Grandma spared me any sympathy. She shoved my demon slayer utility belt against my chest. “What happened to you in there? Did you see Xavier?”

I hitched the belt around my waist, the familiar weight of it soothing my frayed nerves. “Dad’s in real bad shape,” I said, glancing back at the house. “Where’s Max?”

She rolled her eyes. “Gone.”

A sliver of panic stabbed me. “What do you mean gone?”

“He muttered something about unfinished business and took off.”

For heaven’s sake, “we’re supposed to be following him.” We needed to know what the dreg was supposed to do. “You didn’t stop him?”

“And leave you alone in there?” she asked. “No. Besides, you ever tried to stop Max from doing something?”

“Yes.” But I expected Grandma to know a few more dirty tricks.

I rubbed at the dull ache forming along the bridge of my nose. Not now. I needed something to go right. If history was any indication, Max tended to create more problems than he solved.

If only he hadn’t eaten the dreg.

Grandma said what I’d been thinking.

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