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The demon seemed to think that facing two opponents wasn’t such a hunky-dory idea, and he turned tail and went crashing through the woods, away from the path. He had to be heading toward one of the boundary lines that divided our land from a protected wetlands area.
“Roz, be careful! He’s hard to kill,” I shouted as I gave chase.
“I know, you twit,” Roz shouted back as he raced past me. Very few creatures were faster than my sisters and me, but Rozurial was one of them. He was an incubus, technically a minor demon, but he roamed in that nicely shadowed ethical region into which we’d all slipped. He was definitely on our side, but no mistake—he was an incubus to the core.
Since he was helping us against Shadow Wing, the demon lord bent on taking over both Earth and Otherworld, we conveniently overlooked his cavorting with—and seducing of—nubile young maidens. And nubile older women. And nonnubile women. Roz liked women of any type, age, shape, size, or color. His greatest delight was in seducing the ones who considered themselves in full control. He loved seeing strong women capitulate to his charms. Apparently, he was good at what he did, but I had no intentions of finding out for myself.
I dodged around a burnt-out tree stump, hoping to hell the fire behind us wouldn’t go anywhere except out, and then hurdled over a clump of three fallen trees. Roz took them without a single hesitation, his duster flying out behind him as he gracefully sailed over the moss-laden trunks.
After a moment, he stopped and stared into the undergrowth. “I can’t smell him anymore. The scent of cedar’s too thick.”
I sniffed the air. Yep. Cedar, it was. Cedar and fir, and the moist scent of soil still slightly damp from the recent rain. Cocking my head, I tried to pick up any sound. My hearing was keen, like a cat’s, though in my half-human, half-Fae form, not quite so much. Small creatures were rustling through the tall grass. A jet soared overhead in the darkness, and somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of rippling waves from Birchwater Pond heralded an incoming breeze. But no sound of the demon.
“Damn it, we lost him.” I looked around once more, trying to decide if it was worth giving chase. But chances were he was long gone. He might come back or maybe not, but there was no doubt in my mind he’d broken through Camille’s wards. Unfortunately, she wasn’t here to alert us. We had to do something about that. Create some sort of warning system so that if she was out, the rest of us would know the wards had been breached.
I shook my head, disgusted. “Can’t even kill a simple demon. I’m getting soft,” I muttered.
Roz moved to put his arm around my shoulders but stopped when I shot him a warning look. He knew the rules; he was welcome in our home as long as he kept his mitts off Camille and me.
He’d put the skids on his pursuit of Camille after a run-in with Smoky. All it had taken was one misplaced hand on Camille’s ass while the dragon was watching to squelch any more attempts. As a dragon, Smoky could crisp Roz with one belch, but even in his six foot four wantonly gorgeous human form, Smoky was stronger than the incubus. He’d grabbed the demon by the scruff of the neck and dragged him outside, where he proceeded to beat the crap out of him. It took Roz two weeks and a lot of ice to heal up from Smoky’s thrashing.
But Roz still flirted constantly with Menolly, and she flirted back. Kind of. He’d tried to get in my pants a few times until I threatened to give him a nasty bite where it counted most. Now he left me alone except as a buddy.
“Don’t chide yourself,” he said. “That was a bloatworgle. You couldn’t have killed him without help. They’re lightning-fast even with their potbellies and scrawny-looking limbs.” He motioned toward the trail. “Come on, let’s go make sure the fire’s out and then report what we found.”
“A bloatworgle? Demonkin, I presume?”
Roz nodded. “Yes. Mainly grunts. They tend to congregate over here Earthside, a lot. I think several nests of them were hiding out when the portals were closed against the Subterranean Realms. They’ve kept the line going, it seems. But they’re usually found in deep caverns and barren mountain passes, so I’m not sure what the hell this one’s doing here.”
What the hell was right. Great, just great. Yet another monster I’d never heard of, and the thing was still on the loose. What had it wanted?
Regardless of what Roz said, there was no doubt in my mind that the bloatworgle had been sent here. Either another Degath Squad of Hell Scouts had broken through, or the demon lord Shadow Wing had something else up his pointy little tail. Either way, it looked like we were headed right back down the rabbit hole.
CHAPTER 2
On our way back, Roz and I made a quick sweep around the outskirts of the driveway and gardens to assure ourselves that nobody was hiding near the house, but we found no one lurking except a few scattered mice, raccoons, and other denizens of the animal realm.
Back inside, I dropped beside Chase, who was sitting on the sofa. Roz sprawled in a chair next to Menolly. Iris had taken Maggie off to bed and was now in the kitchen, heating water for tea.
“Our visitor was a demon. Roz says it’s a bloatworgle. I have no idea what it wanted, except that it was about to make a snack of Speedo. The creature has a hide as tough as seasoned leather. We lost him, unfortunately.” I slumped back against the sofa. “He got away through the undergrowth. By the way, he can belch flame. Nice touch, huh?”
“Bloatworgle?” Chase grimaced. “It look as nasty as it sounds?”
“Worse.” I glanced over at Menolly. “Heard of them before?”
She shook her head, but as Iris returned from the kitchen, the house sprite said, “Bloatworgles? Heavens, it’s been a while since I’ve run into one of those. They were all over the Northlands. When I moved back to Finland, I noticed quite a number there, too.”
“Northlands?” Menolly and I chimed at the same time.
“You lived in the Northlands like Smoky?” There were a lot of things we didn’t know about Iris. It had taken a good six months or more to pry out of her that she was a priestess of Undutar, a Finnish goddess of mists and ice. She still wouldn’t—or couldn’t, as she put it—talk about it.
Iris nodded, and her veiled look told me the door for discussion was closed and locked. “Yes, I lived there for a good share of my early years, after I grew out of maidenhood but before I came to work for the Kuusis. There were a host of bloatworgles, kobolds, and other dark dwellers there. They’re endemic to a number of places besides the Subterranean Realms, so there is a chance that this creature has no connection to Shadow Wing.”
“Not likely,” I muttered. “Given our track record? Given what we’re up against? No, I don’t think we should discount the probability that this was a scouting mission.”
“Maybe, but Karvanak already scouted out our land, and he answers directly to Big Bad himself,” Menolly said. “Let’s face it, we’ve moved up the ladder. Shadow Wing isn’t going to throw grunts at us now that he’s got one of the spirit seals.”
That put a chill on the conversation. One of Shadow Wing’s generals, Karvanak—a RÄksasa who had managed to thwart our last mission—had managed to steal the third spirit seal. Not good. Not good at all. We weren’t sure just what Shadow Wing could do with one seal, but our battle was a lot more dangerous than if we’d managed to keep it out of his grasp.
