Demon Possessed

Chapter 28

When she emerged from the bathroom—her hair was tangled at the back, she looked ridiculous, and nobody had bothered to say a word—with her heart still hammering and her hands almost shaking, she expected to find Brian and Julie gone.

They weren’t. Or, rather, Julie was. Brian wasn’t.

“I asked her to go get us some Cokes,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you.”

She looked at Nick, but he was on the phone, his back to her. She hoped he was talking to Greyson. “Brian, this isn’t a good—”

“What’s going on? You look terrified. This is a demon thing, isn’t it? Some demon possessed Elizabeth Reid and made her commit that murder.”

“No, Brian, it isn’t a demon. Really.”

“Well, what did happen? Megan, I’m trying to help. Is something after you?”

“There’s a . . . creature, yes. Something not human. It’s after all of us. It attacked me the other night, it attacked Elizabeth and did something to her, and it killed Justine. And I think it might be after Tera right now. Or any one of us. So really, I need to go, I’m—”

“Can I help?”

“What?”

“Can I help? Is there anything I can do to help?”

She had no idea what to say. On the one hand, it’s possible that, being psychic as well, Brian could be very useful. On the other, this was dangerous. And she couldn’t bring him into it without telling him exactly what they were fighting.

But the offer brought tears to her eyes. All of her earlier worries about their future faded as she looked at his earnest face. He would always be her friend, no matter what.

“I—”

“Greyson’s not there,” Nick said. He looked more worried than she’d ever seen him, even more than he had the night before when Greyson knocked and interrupted their ill-fated and ill-advised makeout session.

Her heart fell into her stomach and started thudding so hard she imagined her entire body vibrated like a speaker on too loud. “What do you mean?”

“He’s not there. Malleus doesn’t know where he is. He went out this afternoon, after you left, I guess, and he hasn’t come back yet.”

“What about his cell?”

“No answer.”

Her legs suddenly didn’t feel strong enough to support her. He was fine, of course. Maybe he went for a walk or more likely a drive—he did that sometimes when he wanted to think—and saw where the call was coming from and just didn’t want to answer. “Try calling from your cell,” she managed.

He started dialing, while she tried not to panic. He’d said he was pretty sure he knew who it was. He wouldn’t have blundered into Gunnar’s room, or anyone else’s, for that matter.

Good thing she hadn’t eaten after all. She couldn’t possibly hold on to food with this kind of fear making her body feel like an icy husk.

Okay. Time to focus. Time to call Tera and get her up there, make sure she was okay. And of course, Roc. She’d given him the day off, essentially, until they knew what was happening. She should have contacted him sooner. Should have reached out to him as soon as she got back to the room.

The little psychic cord connecting her to her demons vibrated when she sent a push along it, waited for the push to come back. Nothing. She sent it again. Nothing.

Okay, what the hell. If she hadn’t known better, she would have wondered if they were planning some fucking surprise party for her or something.

One more time. This time it came back, finally, a little shiver that made her feel much better.

“Roc will be here in a minute,” she told Nick. “Anything?”

He shook his head.

“What can I do?” Brian asked. “Just tell me.”

They all turned when someone knocked on the door. Roc, Megan felt. But Julie too. Shit, she’d forgotten about Julie.

“You can’t do anything, Brian. You have to get Julie out of here. It might . . . it’s probably not going to be the safest place to be around here tonight. So you really should just go.”

Another knock.

“I’ll take her home and come back.” He put his hand on the knob. “Okay? I’ll be back in a bit.”

“I wish you wouldn’t. It’s not safe.”

His brows drew together. “You’re my friend. I’m coming back.”

With Greyson gone—unreachable, she reminded herself; not gone, just unreachable—it fell to her to try to corral everyone, to figure out what was happening and what to do about it. She and Nick were the only ones aside from him who knew who was behind the angel.

Or they had been. Tera was mercifully safe, if a bit irritated to be interrupted in the middle of a manicure in the hotel spa. Roc was fine, if a bit irritated to be interrupted in the middle of feeding off a group of very bitter divorcees he’d found by the pool.

But none of her Yezer had found the angel. It wasn’t traveling on the psychic plane, and it wasn’t anywhere visible to them. Probably in hiding. Lurking. Waiting.

“So if you know who it is,” Tera said, frowning at her half-painted nails, “why don’t I just call Vergadering? They’ll come get him. Once he’s in jail, the angel probably won’t come after the rest of you.”

“You’re assuming it would know. Or that it would care.” Time wasn’t helping Megan calm down. With every minute that ticked by, both of her hearts sped faster, and more horrifying images and thoughts buzzed in her head. If the angel had him . . . if he was gone . . .

She should have been strong enough, focused enough, not to think about him. She wasn’t. Embarrassing but true. “And it might not just be Gunnar.”

That possibility had occurred to her not long after they’d found Tera. She was focusing on Gunnar, so sure it was him—and she was sure, she knew it had to be. But that didn’t mean Winston wasn’t in on it, or Baylor. This was business, if of a particularly twisted kind, and business made bedfellows just as unlikely—or unholy—as politics or anything else.

“I don’t like the look of that Baylor,” Roc said. “He looks shifty.”

Coming from a tiny, wrinkly, bald green demon, that was saying something, but Megan didn’t argue. “It could be any one of them.”

“So what do we do?” Tera picked up the room-service menu and opened it. “How do we find out which one it is? Are you still meeting them all at eight?”

“Yeah, we’ve only got an hour,” Nick said. Tera’s room was larger than Megan’s; Nick was at her side on the little settee.

It was a prettier room too, with crown molding and its own small balcony. Ordinarily Megan might have wanted to go sit outside, to try to think with the breeze on her face, but not then. Not when she felt as if sniper rifles could be trained on the room waiting for one of them to move.

Shit, an hour. Only an hour. She was due to walk into battle at eight with at least one traitor, and her death was apparently pretty high on that traitor’s priority list.

But who could she trust? Aside from the people in that room, who could she call? Who could she warn?

Yes, Winston wanted to head for the Windbreaker and do battle. But he could have been looking forward to leading them all into a trap. He could have prearranged things with Gunnar, to throw the rest of them off. Or Baylor could have done the same. Or any one of them. The only way to know for sure who was behind it would be to track them somehow, or the angel, and see who—holy shit.

Nick and Tera were sniping at each other about some privacy law or something. They stopped when she snatched up the room phone and dialed Greyson’s room—her old room.

“Megan, what—”

She waved them off, listening to the ring in her ear until Malleus answered.

“Malleus, he’s at the Windbreaker, isn’t he? Keeping an eye on the angel?”

Long pause. Long enough to let her know she was right. “I can’t say where he’s gone to, m’lady.”

“Because he ordered you not to, right? But he is there, isn’t he? Malleus, just say yes or no. That’s not telling me, right?”

More silence.

Tears threatened—again, she was getting really fucking tired of all this damned leaking—and she let them come through in her voice, hating herself a little bit because she knew she was manipulating him. “Malleus, please . . . please just say yes or no.”

He sighed. “Yeh.”

“Is he alone? He’s not alone, is he?”

“Aw, no, m’lady, Lord Dante can take care of ’imself, ’e can. Don’t you fret.”

“He’s alone? You guys—”

“Spud’s with ’im.”

The air left her lungs in a huge, relieved rush, only to freeze again as it came back in. He was there, and he had Spud. But were the two of them together really any match for an angel? Neither of them had the abilities psyche demons had. Spud was strong and tough and relentless when it came to fighting and wouldn’t give up until he won or died, but she didn’t want to think about that either.

Besides, how the hell was he managing to hide? If Gunnar or anyone else walked into that hotel, they’d see him. How was that a good idea?

“Thanks, Malleus. Thank you.”

“You din’t ’ear it from me, m’lady. Don’t want ’im gettin’ mad at me. An’ ’e will, if you tell ’im.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

She said good-bye and hung up, turned to see them all looking expectantly at her. “He’s at the Windbreaker. Keeping an eye on the angel. I guess he’s looking for confirmation or whatever. So we need to go over there now.”

“I thought everyone else was going at eight.”

Megan, already scooping up her bag and slipping her shoes back on, nodded at Tera. “They are. But we need to go now. Because we might be the only ones who go at all, and if the angel finds him there first, or if Gunnar or someone in on this with Gunnar spots him, I—we need to be there. We need to go, now.”

She looked at them all. Tera, in her casual fitted

button-down and loose black pants, looking uncon-cerned as always. Nick, whose hand clenched and unclenched as if it was looking for his sword. Roc, picking at the cinnamon roll he’d brought into the room with him; the smell made her hungry and sick in equal measure.

And herself, five-foot-two, a hundred and seven pounds. No muscles to speak of. No real fighting experience.

But she had power. She had her abilities. Tera was a witch, and witches had managed to defeat demons and angels both. Nick was a warrior. And Roc . . . who knew what Roc could really do if he had to? More than that. She had the frantic adrenaline of the hunted, the panic of a woman who had to protect her loved ones.

It wasn’t the greatest fighting team ever assembled, but it would have to do.