shifting her face. “Quit fighting me or I’ll bind you and carry you
out of here like a sack.”
“So
you can rape me?”
“I.
Don’t. Rape.”
“Do
you think I can’t feel that hard-on you’ve got pressed against me?”
Although
her look was pure fury, his sense of smell was so acute he was aware of her
body’s arousal too. “Do you remember nothing of what we had?”
“I
don’t know what you mean.”
He
searched her face looking for the love she’d once had for him. It galled him
that she’d beseeched Galaden for help, rather than him.
Sickened,
he watched as she looked back at him out of terrified blue eyes. “In my dreams,
I remember the angel putting his wing around me, protecting me and I
remember…terror…and you.”
He
let out a growl of frustration. “I loved you.”
“Pah!
Demons don’t love. Go to hell.”
“That’s
where we’ll both end up once these other statues come to life,” he said grimly,
pushing aside the black pain from her retort. He couldn’t bear to think about
it. Not now. Instead, he had to get her to safety, which was not going to be
easy. She was difficult to compel, almost impossible, only the binding red
energy worked on her. Was Galaden right? Did she have her own powers? How was
she blocking his compulsion?
“What
are you talking about?” she asked him, her face full of suspicion.
The
light of the moon lit up the studio settling dangerously on the statues. Agrat
heard a scraping of stone. “Your people call this time Halloween. Mine had
another word for it: Devil’s night.”
Phoebe
shrugged as if his words had no significance. “Halloween is for Trick or Treat.
That’s it.”
“It’s
more than that. It’s when the dimension between the living and the dead is
thin. Look around you.”
The
gargoyle statue of a small demon with a crocodile's head shuddered. The marble
was changing color in front of his eyes and he knew he had only moments before
the dangerous entity came to life.
“Oh
my God, I can’t believe what is happening here. I caused this?”
“It’s
not that simple and I haven’t time to explain it to you. I have to get you
away. If Galaden doesn’t kill you, one of the other demons will.”
The
crocodile-headed demon’s eyes opened. He turned as if sensing Phoebe’s presence
and his gaze fixed straight on her. His reptile-like hand moved to his sword.
Agrat
released Phoebe and sent a glowing bolt of energy, which shattered the statue.
“Destroy
them.” Phoebe’s face was bleached with fear. She waved her hand at her work.
“Get rid of them all.”
“I
have to pulverize them so they can't reform. There's no time. Come with me or
I’ll bind and make you.”
“Why
should I trust you?” she asked, her face stricken.
A
loud groan echoed around the studio. Phoebe’s head snapped around to examine
the statues.
Agrat
followed her glance. The powerful demon, Envy, was awakening. “Don't look into
his eyes. You will lose your mind. Let’s move!”
“How
can you protect me? Do you know this century?” Phoebe said.
He
gripped her forearm. “I learn fast. I subdued the cop, took his memories, his
speech patterns. Everything.”
Her
mouth turned down in a thin, flat, line. “Well, you won’t do that with me. I
won’t let you get that close. Make do with lobotomizing the cop.”
Envy, a large sculpture with a
long torso, carrying a severed heard under his arm, creaked and shuddered in
the corner. The smell of sulfur came from the gaping mouth.
Phoebe looked like her knees
were about to buckle underneath her with terror.
“Princess,
we’re going. Now!” He wrapped his arm around her waist, strode out of the door
with her by his side, out onto the street. She clearly didn’t trust him, but at
least she wasn’t fighting him.
Once
outside, the onslaught of street energy hit him. Revelers in masks and carrying
carved pumpkins danced on the street. Music from the Heifers and Bulls bar was
playing and men stood
out of here like a sack.”
“So
you can rape me?”
“I.
Don’t. Rape.”
“Do
you think I can’t feel that hard-on you’ve got pressed against me?”
Although
her look was pure fury, his sense of smell was so acute he was aware of her
body’s arousal too. “Do you remember nothing of what we had?”
“I
don’t know what you mean.”
He
searched her face looking for the love she’d once had for him. It galled him
that she’d beseeched Galaden for help, rather than him.
Sickened,
he watched as she looked back at him out of terrified blue eyes. “In my dreams,
I remember the angel putting his wing around me, protecting me and I
remember…terror…and you.”
He
let out a growl of frustration. “I loved you.”
“Pah!
Demons don’t love. Go to hell.”
“That’s
where we’ll both end up once these other statues come to life,” he said grimly,
pushing aside the black pain from her retort. He couldn’t bear to think about
it. Not now. Instead, he had to get her to safety, which was not going to be
easy. She was difficult to compel, almost impossible, only the binding red
energy worked on her. Was Galaden right? Did she have her own powers? How was
she blocking his compulsion?
“What
are you talking about?” she asked him, her face full of suspicion.
The
light of the moon lit up the studio settling dangerously on the statues. Agrat
heard a scraping of stone. “Your people call this time Halloween. Mine had
another word for it: Devil’s night.”
Phoebe
shrugged as if his words had no significance. “Halloween is for Trick or Treat.
That’s it.”
“It’s
more than that. It’s when the dimension between the living and the dead is
thin. Look around you.”
The
gargoyle statue of a small demon with a crocodile's head shuddered. The marble
was changing color in front of his eyes and he knew he had only moments before
the dangerous entity came to life.
“Oh
my God, I can’t believe what is happening here. I caused this?”
“It’s
not that simple and I haven’t time to explain it to you. I have to get you
away. If Galaden doesn’t kill you, one of the other demons will.”
The
crocodile-headed demon’s eyes opened. He turned as if sensing Phoebe’s presence
and his gaze fixed straight on her. His reptile-like hand moved to his sword.
Agrat
released Phoebe and sent a glowing bolt of energy, which shattered the statue.
“Destroy
them.” Phoebe’s face was bleached with fear. She waved her hand at her work.
“Get rid of them all.”
“I
have to pulverize them so they can't reform. There's no time. Come with me or
I’ll bind and make you.”
“Why
should I trust you?” she asked, her face stricken.
A
loud groan echoed around the studio. Phoebe’s head snapped around to examine
the statues.
Agrat
followed her glance. The powerful demon, Envy, was awakening. “Don't look into
his eyes. You will lose your mind. Let’s move!”
“How
can you protect me? Do you know this century?” Phoebe said.
He
gripped her forearm. “I learn fast. I subdued the cop, took his memories, his
speech patterns. Everything.”
Her
mouth turned down in a thin, flat, line. “Well, you won’t do that with me. I
won’t let you get that close. Make do with lobotomizing the cop.”
Envy, a large sculpture with a
long torso, carrying a severed heard under his arm, creaked and shuddered in
the corner. The smell of sulfur came from the gaping mouth.
Phoebe looked like her knees
were about to buckle underneath her with terror.
“Princess,
we’re going. Now!” He wrapped his arm around her waist, strode out of the door
with her by his side, out onto the street. She clearly didn’t trust him, but at
least she wasn’t fighting him.
Once
outside, the onslaught of street energy hit him. Revelers in masks and carrying
carved pumpkins danced on the street. Music from the Heifers and Bulls bar was
playing and men stood
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