What a night. Two demon possessions, a vampire rapist, and a twelve-year-old girl attempting to open a portal to hell with a book she picked up at a yard sale. Malice mitigated. The baddies were snuggled in their hellmouth beds, and the book was burned in a cauldron of spirit-infestation-sanitizi...
In the spray of blood and thicker things, I didn’t stop to check if any of it was mine. After all, the bullet that passed through Rick could have struck me, standing behind him. I didn’t think about myself at all or reach for the man’s neck to check if his heart was still beating. None of those t...
It was okay with me. I’d rather have him sleeping on my couch than dead on the side of the road. My dad drank but rarely to the point of being drunk. This slip was a sign that he was truly uncomfortable with what had transpired in his life recently. I could blame Seraphina for some of that, but I...