Demonsense (Demonsense series Book 1) by Sara DeHaven Page A
Authors: Sara DeHaven
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he’s pretty well connected with the powered community out here. Shall I call and see when we can get together?”
“It would have to be Sunday night or later in the evening next week. I’ve got plans for tonight and Saturday, and clients most week nights until about seven.”
“So, clients like in the law? Or therapy?”
“Massage therapy. That’s my day job.” Bree winced inwardly as the “day job” comment slipped out. It was the kind of thing powered said when they considered their power work their real job, their real life. She hadn’t been doing power work since Seth died a year and a half ago, and she tried not to use that language. She really must be tired. “You know,” she continued, “I’m open to talking to Kevin about this, but I don’t really see why we don’t take it to the Ecclesias as well. If what we just experienced is some new demon talent emerging, they need to know about it.”
“I’m not saying they don’t need to know, I’m just suggesting that we go through channels. I’ve got to tell you, in my experience, you don’t really want to draw the interest of the Ecclesias. They tend to be a paranoid lot, and the ‘innocent until proven guilty’ maxim is not where they’re coming from.”
Bree 's uneasiness grew at Daniel’s words. She realized she truly didn’t want to go to the Ecclesias herself. Her exorcism work had always been done on the fringes of official powered society, usually arranged by Dion as part of the Seattle council of powered, or by Father Steuban at her church rather than by the Ecclesias itself. She could imagine the pressure to do more exorcisms she’d be in for if she got on the Ecclesias radar.
At the same time, her intuition was telling her there was something fishy with Daniel’s wanting to avoid the Ecclesias. But was that really any of her business? If they took the information to a Keeper, who then passed it off to the Ecclesias, wouldn’t her responsibility in the situation be met, perhaps without having to deal with the Ecclesias herself?
“All right,” she conceded, “I guess you would know better than I the best way to handle this. Let’s do the meet with Kevin.”
She got up and unwrapped herself from Daniel’s blanket, made polite departing small talk, including an agreement to try for the meeting with Kevin on Sunday, and headed for the door, putting on her coat as she went. As she said goodbye and turned to leave, she felt a brief touch on her hand, and turned back. Her stomach fluttered as he said quite seriously and with definite warmth in his eyes, “Thank you Bree, for the working.”
“Right, you’re welcome,” she answered a little breathlessly, and left.
As she walked out to her car, under rain that had backed off again to a light mist, she was assailed by doubt. She should know by now to trust her intuition when it was tugging at her that hard, but she’d been intimidated by Daniel having been a Keeper and, if she were honest with herself, a little by his high power status. She had the sense she’d been handily manipulated, and she didn’t like it. Now that she was out of the aura of attraction, she was able to reflect further on that strange, dark flavor to Daniel’s energy. He might not be truly dark powered, but there was definitely something amiss there. Bree firmly resolved to be wary and on alert when they met together with Kevin.
Chapter 3
Kevin and his partner Steve lived in the sort of contemporary house that was in almost every way what Bree did not like in a house, though she would never tell Steve that, as he was the architect. She'd been good friends with the couple since before they'd built the place, and she'd managed to keep her mouth shut during the whole building and planning process about how little it was to her taste. While the spaces were well designed and full of lovely materials, there were too many windows, which made her feel vulnerable, the furniture was modern,
“It would have to be Sunday night or later in the evening next week. I’ve got plans for tonight and Saturday, and clients most week nights until about seven.”
“So, clients like in the law? Or therapy?”
“Massage therapy. That’s my day job.” Bree winced inwardly as the “day job” comment slipped out. It was the kind of thing powered said when they considered their power work their real job, their real life. She hadn’t been doing power work since Seth died a year and a half ago, and she tried not to use that language. She really must be tired. “You know,” she continued, “I’m open to talking to Kevin about this, but I don’t really see why we don’t take it to the Ecclesias as well. If what we just experienced is some new demon talent emerging, they need to know about it.”
“I’m not saying they don’t need to know, I’m just suggesting that we go through channels. I’ve got to tell you, in my experience, you don’t really want to draw the interest of the Ecclesias. They tend to be a paranoid lot, and the ‘innocent until proven guilty’ maxim is not where they’re coming from.”
Bree 's uneasiness grew at Daniel’s words. She realized she truly didn’t want to go to the Ecclesias herself. Her exorcism work had always been done on the fringes of official powered society, usually arranged by Dion as part of the Seattle council of powered, or by Father Steuban at her church rather than by the Ecclesias itself. She could imagine the pressure to do more exorcisms she’d be in for if she got on the Ecclesias radar.
At the same time, her intuition was telling her there was something fishy with Daniel’s wanting to avoid the Ecclesias. But was that really any of her business? If they took the information to a Keeper, who then passed it off to the Ecclesias, wouldn’t her responsibility in the situation be met, perhaps without having to deal with the Ecclesias herself?
“All right,” she conceded, “I guess you would know better than I the best way to handle this. Let’s do the meet with Kevin.”
She got up and unwrapped herself from Daniel’s blanket, made polite departing small talk, including an agreement to try for the meeting with Kevin on Sunday, and headed for the door, putting on her coat as she went. As she said goodbye and turned to leave, she felt a brief touch on her hand, and turned back. Her stomach fluttered as he said quite seriously and with definite warmth in his eyes, “Thank you Bree, for the working.”
“Right, you’re welcome,” she answered a little breathlessly, and left.
As she walked out to her car, under rain that had backed off again to a light mist, she was assailed by doubt. She should know by now to trust her intuition when it was tugging at her that hard, but she’d been intimidated by Daniel having been a Keeper and, if she were honest with herself, a little by his high power status. She had the sense she’d been handily manipulated, and she didn’t like it. Now that she was out of the aura of attraction, she was able to reflect further on that strange, dark flavor to Daniel’s energy. He might not be truly dark powered, but there was definitely something amiss there. Bree firmly resolved to be wary and on alert when they met together with Kevin.
Chapter 3
Kevin and his partner Steve lived in the sort of contemporary house that was in almost every way what Bree did not like in a house, though she would never tell Steve that, as he was the architect. She'd been good friends with the couple since before they'd built the place, and she'd managed to keep her mouth shut during the whole building and planning process about how little it was to her taste. While the spaces were well designed and full of lovely materials, there were too many windows, which made her feel vulnerable, the furniture was modern,
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