The Tenth Dark Lord a Leaping by Angie Fox

Author:Angie Fox [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery
ISBN: 9781477869642
Goodreads: 19130848
Publisher: StoryFront
Published: 2013-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOUR

The leader didn’t even look at us. “Get ’em.”

A dozen Dark Lords charged up the hill. I grabbed Frieda to keep her from pulling a mamma bear and sent us both stumbling backward. We needed to run, hide, but we were on the top of a crag with nothing but the wind and a broken ski lift at our backs.

This situation was going from bad to downright impossible.

Grandma seemed to be thinking the same thing. She drew a spell jar, clearly reluctant to use it. Her gray hair tangled around her shoulders. “Shit. Okay. Skull was a reasonable enough guy. Most of the time. Maybe we can talk to him.”

Yeah, right. “The guy who just sliced his hand open? To lead a sacrifice? He seems real sweet.” But if I could make him understand that I was a demon slayer—that I was willing to join the fight—maybe we could work together. It was our only option at this point.

The Dark Lords were on us immediately. A pair of rough-looking men disarmed Grandma and held her arms away from her so she couldn’t use them.

Frieda made a run for it—straight toward her son. I saw her briefly as she hugged him hard before Skull got to me. He took my arms and held them in a viselike grip behind my back. Cripes, the man was tall.

“Hold up,” I ordered. “Do you have any idea what you people are about to unleash?” The air reeked of sulfur.

“Yes,” he grunted, his grip tightening. “And you’re fucking it up.”

He jammed my arm behind my back, and I winced as I was forced up the hill. “Look, I’m a demon slayer,” I said in case he hadn’t noticed my tricked-out weapons. “I can fix this.”

His whiskey-tinged breath rattled next to my ear. “There’s nothing you can do. You’ll only make it worse.”

I yanked, more to get his attention than anything else. “Why?”

He didn’t react to my struggles or even bother to answer. He just pulled me closer to the guy who had Grandma.

She blew a lock of gray hair out of her mouth and glanced sideways at me. “I still don’t know how they nailed us.”

Skull cracked the first smile of the night. “Chalk it up to experience,” he said to her. “Ant Eater liked to sneak out on me in the middle of the night. She used that Cloaking Spell so many times I could barely find my underwear.” He jammed me forward, keeping a fast pace as we reached the top of the crag.

I wanted to scream. Here I was, the mighty Demon Slayer of Dalea, caught because a seventy-seven-year-old biker witch named Ant Eater had to get laid.

Bruce was right behind us, with Frieda clinging to his arm as if she could hold back what was about to happen.

Skull accepted a rope from one of his lieutenants and tied my hands behind my waist. “God damn you, Bruce, for bringing these ladies into this,” Skull muttered.

It had to be the first time anybody ever called the biker witches ladies.

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