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“Christopher…” It played with his name like a cat with a mouse. “Did you bring me dinner?”
A figure appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and Kit stared. He’d forgotten to warn Stephanie what the demon looked like, and he witnessed her hesitation before she stiffened her shoulders.
Stephanie faced a replica of himself. The only difference was the scaly skin. But his features… the demon shared them. Kit saw recognition flare in Stephanie’s eyes.
“It stole your body,” she gasped out but luckily didn’t move.
“Mine,” the demon hissed.
“I doubt that very much,” Stephanie challenged.
The inn shook from a loud thud, causing the demon to glance at the door.
“A Human Killer? How interesting.”
“For you, it’s not an issue,” Kit snapped. He was carrying a sword, one Lucian had gifted him, and was prepared to fight.
“You’ll not stop me, boy. And she’s a tasty morsel. I’ve starved for centuries, wretched human,” the demon hissed.
“You should have stayed in hell,” Kit replied.
“Where’s the fun in that?” the demon demanded.
“Zorathal, I command you to leave,” Kit roared.
The demon flinched and then chuckled.
As he laughed, Kit felt Justin hit the walls, and this time, they failed. The door flew open, and Kit’s worst nightmare happened.
Stephanie was now in danger from two entities, both intent on tearing her apart to destroy her beautiful soul. He darted in front of the shadow that was Justin and slashed through his misty body, the pure silver in the sword causing Justin to roar in pain and move away.
“Stephanie is mine,” Justin howled, the words sounding mangled.
Zorathal turned and faced Justin. “Mine!” he hissed as his teeth elongated and his talons lengthened.
Kit found himself ignored as the two dark entities faced each other.
“Mine to kill!” Justin cried and launched forward.
Zorathal shifted, caught the misty figure, and flung him backwards.
Kit was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.
Zorathal could touch Justin.
Kit moved aside, slowly working his way to stand in front of Stephanie. Meanwhile, Justin slashed at Zorathal and cut his torso. The demon turned enraged and puffed up. Kit winced as his body grew to over eight feet tall. But it didn’t faze Justin, who was so obsessed with Stephanie that all it could think of was getting to her.
They clashed again, their speed so fast, it seemed like lightning. When they broke apart, Kit could see both were bleeding. Justin licked his claws, sucking the demon’s blood off them. Justin’s increasing strength didn’t seem like a positive development to him. He rushed Zorathal and flung him across the bar. Chairs and tables splintered under the demon’s fall.
Justin’s head snapped towards Stephanie, and he began stalking forward.
Kit readied himself. His sword came up, and he was ready to fight.
Before he could swing, Zorathal’s hand clutched Justin’s neck, and he picked him up and threw him against the wall. The inn shuddered, and Kit worried that they might tear The White Witch apart in their battle for Stephanie.
“You need to leave,” he whispered.
“I don’t think so. Either of them could catch me.” Stephanie shook her head, eyes wide with fear. Kit noted her lips kept moving, and he realised she was repeating the chant under her breath. He ducked as a table flew towards him, and he reached out with his powers and directed it away from Stephanie, who had crouched on the floor.
