Getting caught at the Coven House during a blackout wasn’t my idea of a good time.
I’d been there on business, but was getting ready to leave when the lights went out. I knew that none of the vampires would actually attack me–they could do that just as well in light as well as dark, after all, as I was only human–but there is still that human primordial fear of the dark and the things that go bump in it.
I was suddenly in a house full of bumping things that could see far, far better than I could.
“Well, this was unexpected,” Jade said.
The leader of the Coven House had been standing with me in the back, politely escorting me out. She was beautiful, like a perfectly sculpted porcelain doll, and made me feel very insecure in my own physical presence, plain and scarred as I was. But hey, can’t change the past, a lesson I’ve learned better than most.
A moment later, we heard D roaring about Abby and then Abby giggling, but then we heard the door, the window, the shriek, and the running.
I didn’t know for sure, but I got the feeling that Jade frowned.
“I’d like to help here, but…” I began.
“Indeed,” was all Jade said, in her usual understated way.
There was a clanking sound in the basement, followed by the lead coven warden (Shayna) cursing, then the whirring sound and the lights came back on. Jade was already walking away, leading upstairs to find out what was going on up there–as there had been another round of door opening/shutting and footsteps–when I saw a mini-cyclone bowling down the stairs.
Instinctively, from years of police training, I just held out my arm as it brushed past Jade and came right for me. Something solid connected with my arm and knocked both I and the thing on our collective asses, but D came thundering down a minute later and jumped on it. Faint buzzes of electricity sparked against his skin, but he held firm.
“Any time now, Donovan,” he pushed through gritted teeth.
“This is a demon?” I asked, horrified now and on a very personal level.
Donovan smiled apologetically at me, since he understood my terror, as he began drawing on the expensive wood floor with some chalky white paint-something. Sadie was right behind him.
“How did you do that?” she asked. “It was a freakin’ demon and you clothes-lined it.”
“Sometimes power comes when you don’t know what you’re dealing with,” I said with a weak smile.
Sadie’s smile was a little more genuine. Maybe even a little…evil. “Man, Dakota is gonna be pissed.”
“Cause she missed all the fun,” Sadie said with a smirk that seemed not at all sorry, “and she’s still stuck in jail.”