"I'm a demon hunter."Ĭoncern fled from his face and he smiled like a proud father presented with his first-born. "I'm a demon hunter." A simple statement of fact, and once the words were out, I straightened away from the wall, stronger and more sure of myself than I'd ever been in my life. One by one my pieces parts returned to normal until I found the strength to speak. I slipped sideways away from the door and leaned against the peeling paint of an interior wall. A serene acceptance washed through my mind and I knew, absolutely, positively, with no question of doubt, that whoever Warwick James might be, he'd spoken the truth. Too much information doesn't begin to cover it.īut sooner than I would've expected, my racing brain calmed. And you don't want to know about my stomach. My knees wobbled, my lungs seized, my heart pounded like my brother Seth's drums, and a series of cold chills played tag on my spine. I WANTED TO RIP OPEN the door and run for my life, but I couldn't.
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