Carpe Demon: Adventures Of A Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom - Plot & Excerpts
I said, keeping the plastic sword just millimeters from his eyeball. We were on the ground, my other arm tight around his neck, his head pressed near my chest. If he moved, my makeshift weapon would penetrate the sclera to sink deep into the vitreous fluid like a hot knife through butter. If he were a demon, he’d be dead. Human, he’d be blind. At the moment, that was a risk I was willing to take. “Kate, think about what you’re doing. Forza sent me to assist you.” He pulled back away from the sword, his head pressing against my breasts. He was cold with fear, practically trembling. I tightened my grip around his neck. “Explain yourself,” I said. “Explain the dinner party.” Nothing. Just silence. I gave him a little shake, meant to jostle his enthusiasm for spilling his story. “Test,” he finally sputtered, the word so low and raw I could barely understand. I released my hold on his neck just a little, but my fingers tightened around the Happy Meal toy. “Bullshit.”
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