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“I thought you said you couldn’t get out of there without my help. ”
“Implied, never said. I’m a demon. We know all the loopholes. Now, I’m going to take a look around. You still have that gun, don’t you?”
“Yes, but-”
“Take it out and hope you don’t need to use it. I’ll be right back. ”
A rush of warm air. Then I was alone with the guard’s body.
The alarm continued to whoop.
Did I hear the pounding of running feet? A shout? A shot?
Relax. There’s nothing you can do.
That was the problem. I was stuck cowering in my hidey-hole, shaking hands wrapped around a gun that I didn’t know how to fire, knowing
there was nothing I could do, nothing that wasn’t so reckless Derek would have reason to yell at me if he were here, and God how I wished he were. I’d take the yelling just to know he was safe-
He is safe. Safer than if he was with you.
If he’d been left at the house then, yes, he’d be fine. He had Liz to watch out for him, and he had no idea where we’d gone and no way to come after us. He’d be furious, but safe.
I glanced over at the guard. He lay in a heap, dead eyes staring up at me. I thought about him, wondered-
Don’t think about him. Don’t wonder anything. Or you’ll get your wish and you won’t be alone in this closet.
I looked away quickly and erased his image from my head. I checked out the gun instead. I’d written shoot-outs in screenplays but, to my embarrassment, had no idea whether the gun was loaded or if there was a safety on it. Stuff like that doesn’t matter in a screenplay. You just say “Chloe fires the gun” and leave the rest to the actor and the props department.
It looked like a Glock, though, and from what I remembered, they didn’t have safeties. Just point and shoot. I could manage that if I had to.
See, you’re not helpless. You have a weapon. Two weapons.
Two? My gaze slid to the guard and I swallowed hard. No, I’d never-
Sure you would, if it came down to it.
No, I-I…
Can’t even finish the denial, can you? You’d do it if it was the last resort. Controlling the dead. That’s your power. Your greatest power.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You can’t see anyone coming like that. ”
It took a moment to realize that the voice hadn’t come from inside my head. The demi-demon was back.
“What set off the alarm?” I asked.
“I haven’t a clue, but your friends are safe. They’ve retreated to Davidoff’s reading room. The group realizes you’ve escaped, but, shockingly, they presume you actually tried to get out of the building. Fortunately, you’re nowhere near an exit. Unfortunately…”
“We’re nowhere near an exit. ”
“I can get you out. I may even be able to rescue your aunt on the way. But your friends are in the opposite direction, and I can’t possibly-”
“Then I don’t go. Not until it’s safe for all of us. ”
“A noble choice. However, there’s only one alternative and I fear you’ll like it even less than my last suggestion. ”
“Free you. ”
As I said it, my inner voice screamed that I’d been tricked. But I could hear the shouts of the Edison Group. They really had been alerted and there was no reason for the demi-demon to do it herself, not when she could have easily escorted us out the door and claimed her reward.
“Free me and you will cripple the magics cast on this place,” she said.
“Great. That’ll help end the experiments, but how does it get us out? It’s not the magic I’m worried about. It’s the alarms and guys with guns. What I need-”
“Is a distraction. And that’s what I’m offering. My magic permeates this place. The disruption will affect far more than their spells. You will get the distraction you need. ”
Our plan had failed and she had every reason to lie now and convince me to free her, before I realized I was trapped.
“I made a bargain,” she said. “A demon’s bargain is binding. Free me and I am bound by my word as tightly as these bonds. ”
Did I trust her? Of course not. Did I have another option? Not one I could see.
“Tell me what to do. ”
Forty-three
FREEING THE DEMI-DEMON WASN’T much different from freeing a ghost. I suppose that made sense, since she’d gotten here by a type of summoning.
“Almost there, child,” she said, her warm breath swirling around me. “I can feel the shackles falling. A quarter century of servitude and finally I will be free. The very walls will tremble with my leaving, and they’ll scurry like frightened mice. Just a little more. Can you feel it?”
I couldn’t feel a thing, just wished she’d shut up and let me concentrate.
She let out a cry that made me jump, and the closet filled with whirling hot air. I braced myself. The wind whipped around me, then gradually subsided to a pleasant breeze before disappearing altogether.
Silence.
“Is that…it?” I said.
“Hmm. Do you feel anything else? A vibration, perhaps?”
“No. ” I glowered in the direction of her voice. “You promised a distract-”
The closet shook. A dull rumble sounded overhead, like a train chugging across the roof. As I looked up, a sudden tremor knocked me off my feet.
A ceiling tile hit my shoulder. Then another. The tiny room creaked and groaned and crackled, walls splitting, chunks of drywall raining down.
“Out, child!” The demi-demon shouted to be heard above the din. “You need to get out!”
I tried to stand, but fell back to all fours. The room kept shaking and creaking, walls groaning as they ripped open. Drywall dust filled my nose and stung my eyes. I crawled blindly, following the demi-demon’s voice as she led me.
I made it out of the closet and into the main room. It was shaking just as much, the floor tiles buckling beneath me. A chunk of falling plaster hit my back. Another the size of a fist glanced off my injured arm, shattering as it hit the floor, bits flying into my mouth.
As I spat out the plaster, I smelled something other than drywall dust. A sweet scent, strangely familiar.
“Faster,” the demi-demon said. “Keep moving. ”
As I crawled, the shaking stopped. The groaning stopped. The room went completely silent and still.
