“That will compel him to listen to you. You can interrupt him, grab his attention,” Vlad continued.
“Can I make him do what I want?” I asked.
“No, but you can burn him with that cross,” Goliath said.
“The cross didn’t seem to do much,” I complained.
“This demon isn’t Christian, and that cross isn’t blessed. But it is silver, and supernaturals don’t like silver,” Vlad said.
I toyed with the cross. “Is that why you don’t like it?” I asked Vlad.
He gave me a sharp nod.
“What about you?” I asked just as I placed the cool metal against the exposed skin on Biker’s forearm.
The car swerved and he clamped his other hand over the spot I touched. “What the fuck did you do that for?”
“Oh, like that hurt you,” I snarked in reply.
Biker lifted his hand, and underneath I could see the angry red skin, and blisters forming.
“No,” I started. “No, no, no, no. This isn’t happening.” This wasn’t real. The silver on that cross did not just burn the man driving my car like a bat out of hell across town to who knows where and I was willingly going along for the ride.
“Stop the car. I need to get out.”
He glared at me and kept driving.
“Stop the car,” I screamed and began beating my feet and hands against the car. Thrashing as if I could make him stop.
The tires squealed and I could smell the burn of rubber as he stopped in the middle of the street. I scrambled to undo my belt and open the door. I fell out of the car and was on my feet and running. I knew enough back in the club to not take a drink I hadn’t seen prepared myself, but… Oh God, there were two of them, what if they had distracted me? The demons were just a hallucination. I had gone with them to one location, and I was willingly going to a second. How stupid was I? Never let them get you to a second location. Oh crap, I was gonna die. One of their friends had Vin. I would never see her again. She would never meet some nice man her parents approved of. I didn’t want to be killed on Halloween. What a stupid cliché mistake that would be.
I tripped and fell. Rolling myself into a ball of pain. My knee hurt, and I had ripped my yoga pants. I blew on the palms of my hands that had gotten pretty scratched up. Tears stung my eyes, and I felt the build up of snot fighting my nose’s ability to breathe.
“Gloria,” Goliath’s soft voice was in my ear. I felt his arms wrap around me in an attempt to be soothing. They were warm, but I took no comfort from them.
“Go away, you’re just setting me up for something very bad. Why don’t you do whatever it is right here and get it over with. I don’t want to be scared.” I sniffed.
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