Jackie sat in the back of the SUV trying not to pay attention to all the lovey-dovey stuff going on up front. Paul and Andra were the perfect couple: beautiful, tall, strong, working together as one unit in complete accord.
It was more than a little nauseating.
Jackie stared out the window, watching the dark landscape slide by. After living so long in darkness, her eyes had no trouble seeing into the inky blackness of the countryside. And while she saw no demons, she knew they were out there. One wrong move and she could be right back where she was only a couple of weeks ago.
She patted her purse, feeling the hard lump of the handgun she’d insisted on having before leaving the safety of Dabyr. No matter what happened, those demons were not taking her again. At least not alive.
Andra’s phone rang. She said something quiet Jackie couldn’t hear, and then hung up. “Change of plans,” she announced. “Iain is in trouble. We’re going to go help him since we’re close.”
Iain. The man who’d pulled her out of her cage and then looked at her with a dark hunger she’d never seen before.
Jackie fought against the memories, but in the end, she relived every moment of her rescue again. The fear of that night flooded her, making her body tremble. She could almost smell the blood and filth of unwashed bodies as she and the others ran from the cave. Big men were on all sides, hurrying them forward.
Iain had gone back for the others. For the children. He’d saved them all that night—all those who were left to save.
Jackie didn’t want to think about the ones who hadn’t made it out. She didn’t want to see the faces of those who were born and died in captivity, never to know the warmth of the sun.
The car lurched around a corner, hitting a rut in the gravel road. Jackie’s head bumped into the glass, breaking the hold those bleak memories had on her.
“I don’t know what we’ll find,” said Paul as he sped down the lane. “Stay close to me and Andra, okay?”
Jackie nodded, her throat too clogged with emotion to find any room for words to escape.
Andra turned her long, lean body in her seat and looked at Jackie. Her short, dark hair framed her face, making her blue eyes stand out in contrast. “If things get ugly, I’ll put a shield around you. You don’t have to be afraid.”
Jackie didn’t bother to tell her she was constantly afraid these days, and there wasn’t a shield in the world that could change that.
They came to a rocking stop in front of an aging farmhouse. Paul didn’t even turn off the engine before he slammed out of the SUV, drawing his sword. Andra was only half a second behind him.
Now that they were gone, Jackie had a clear view out the front windshield. The SUV’s headlights flowed over the icy landscape, glinting off trees and tall, dead grass. Everything was coated in a thin layer of ice, giving the area an almost fairy-tale type of feel. Only this wasn’t a friendly tale; it was one of the dark, twisted, cautionary tales from long ago, filled with monsters and death.
Half a dozen demons littered the area, their eyes glowing with a hungry light. They were furry, with thick, heavy limbs like a bear, but they had almost human features. Their mouths were too big to be human, their teeth too long. And the pale green light spilling from their eyes was definitely not human.
Jackie had seen these things before. She’d seen them feed on the bodies of the dead. She’d seen them fight and kill one another for a scrap of food, then consume their own when one fell.
Her body froze in the vehicle, unable to move. She sat there, staring, shaking. A cold sweat seeped from her pores.
Paul’s sword gleamed as he fought the demons. Andra was by his side, her attention split between the monsters and Jackie.
Andra shouted something Jackie couldn’t understand. Her heart was pounding too loud for her to hear anything else. She closed her eyes to block out the sight of the things that had stolen her life and instead concentrated on breathing.
The SUV rocked as if something had jumped on top of it. Jackie’s eyes shot open, but she saw nothing. Her breath fogged up the window on her left. Andra lifted a hand and a faint blue light spilled out over the hood, sweeping back to engulf the left side of the vehicle.
“Get out!” shouted Andra, and this time Jackie understood her words.
Panic forced her into motion. She fumbled for the latch on the seat belt, but her sweaty fingers slipped from the plastic. The sound of metal scraping over glass squealed out from behind her.
Jackie spun her head around to see what was behind her only to discover that it wasn’t metal on glass she’d heard; it was one of the demons clawing at the back window. Pale blue sparks spewed up from the claws, keeping the thing from doing any damage to the glass. But for how long?
With that thing only inches away, Jackie’s world began to cave in. She remembered all the cold, dark nights she spent in terror for her life. She remembered the faces of every one of the women and children who were slain and eaten by those monsters. She’d known from the moment of her escape that they would want her back. And here they were, clawing at her, trying to reach her so they could take her back to that nightmare.
Jackie wasn’t going to let that happen.
A calmness settled over her as she made her decision. She reached for her purse and the revolver inside. Her hand settled around the textured grip, keeping it from slipping out of her sweaty palm. It was already loaded. All she had to do was disengage the safety and it was ready to fire.
Five bullets for the demon. One for her.
Iain didn’t know how long Andra’s shield was going to hold, but he knew that he had to get the woman out of the SUV before it failed. There were three Synestryn back there, and every one of them was going to want a bite.
He finished off the demon in front of him, then shifted to his left, forcing the rest of the beasties to hit Andra’s shield. She’d created a tunnellike barrier, forcing the demons to come at them only one or two at a time. Paul could handle that for as long as it took Iain to get to the woman.