Darkness Descends (The Silver Legacy Book 1) by Alex Westmore Page A

loose canon.”
    Denny shook her head. “Pure is almost eighteen. She’s not a child anymore. She knows the score.”
    “Do what you want. You always have. Just mark my words...you won’t like what you find.” And with that, she left.
    Denny was still sitting at the table going over Sterling’s words when Rush appeared.
    “Don’t you start, too,” Denny growled.
    Rush sat cross-legged on the table in front of her. “I’d just waste my breath. I can tell when you’ve made up your mind. Pity Sister of All Saints can’t.”
    “I know it must sound crazy, but I just need to see this through. That’s all.”
    “You don’t think Quick knew the one button he could push to get you to jump? He always has, you know?”
    “That’s just it. He didn’t ask anything from me.” Denny stared at Rush. “And if I’m not mistaken, this is the first time you and Sterling have agreed about anything. That alone makes me nervous.”
    Rush faded in and out. “He already has you spinning donuts trying to figure out a way to speak to a comatose woman. Sister Hard-Ass isn’t wrong this time, love. She is just looking out for you because you tend to have blinders on where Quick is concerned.”
    Denny rose and stared at Rush. “I don’t have blinders on, but I wish I did right now. What in the hell are you wearing?”
    Rush stood up and twirled. “It’s the work outfit Shirley wears.”
    Denny groaned. “I’m afraid to ask which Shirley.”
    “Oh please. I would never wear anything Shirley Partridge wore. Maybe something Susan Dey wore, but not Shirley. That Susan Dey was hot in her day.” Rush laughed. “Get it?”
    Denny waited.
    “You’re so not fun when you get like this. Laverne and Shirley . You know––schlemiel, schlemozzle––”
    Denny held her hands up. “I’m going to disconnect the cable if you keep this up.”
    Suddenly, Rush wore tight-fitting skinny jeans and a Georgia Bulldog sweatshirt. “Gee, you do get grumpy when you’re wrong.”
    Denny stared at her. “I’m so not wrong. I can’t even believe you’d side with her.”
    “Me, neither, but I do. She’s a pain in the ass most of the time, but in this instance, you oughtta listen to her. What you are thinking of trying is dangerous for all involved. Trust me on this, baby. There are...things you should just leave be.”
    “I can’t believe this.” Denny grabbed her sweatshirt as she started for the door.
    “Where you going? You just got home.”
    “I don’t want to hear anymore shit, Rush. I need some fresh air.”
    “Don’t get all huffy...”
    Denny didn’t hear the rest. Sterling’s words banged at the door of Denny’s mind like an unwanted salesman. Something she’d said...something that wasn’t right, and it niggled at the back of her mind poking at her.
    Denny walked for several blocks when a red Camaro roared by her before slamming on the brakes.
    “Shit,” Denny muttered, picking up her pace and looking for some place else to walk.
    The car whipped around and stopped in front of her, tires skidding on the road.
    She knew exactly who was driving and what he wanted.
    “If it ain’t the witch-lovin’ dyke,” said Pat Patterson, the football player who’d been harassing the Wiccans. His lips were swollen and his cheek bruised from Victor’s massive fist. “Where’s your homo body guard?”
    “Fuck off, douchebag.” As Denny walked around the car, she heard the door open and turned to face him. “Nice face.”
    “Your fag buddy got off a cheap shot.”
    Denny looked over his shoulder, hoping someone would come along, but the street was deserted. “Who gives a shit? You’re a fucking bully harassing a group of people simply because you’re a jackass.”
    “You know, those are big words for a dry cunt.”
    Denny shook her head. “It’s guys like you that make women choose other women. Or death. Fuck off and leave me alone.” Denny turned her back on him and realized she was walking toward a part of the