Rylee Adamson 10 - Blood Of The Lost - Plot & Excerpts
I dropped my spear and rushed the demon. Weapons were obviously not going to work on this bitch. I grabbed her around the throat even as she tried to repeat her move on me that had sent Rylee into the hot spring. “Keep trying, ugly,” I snarled as I dug my thumbs into her windpipe. If I could knock her out maybe—Both of her feet came up hard and fast, kicking into my stomach as her toes lengthened into six-inch long claws. They slashed at my belly and I fought to dodge each blow even as I clamped harder on her neck. Her eyes bugged out and her tongue purpled and flapped at me, but I wasn’t fooled. It as an act. Her arms flailed at me, clawing at my skin, opening me up. To the left of me, a torchlight flickered. “Let my friend up,” I said as I dragged her toward the open flame. “Fuck you,” she spit out. Yeah, that was about what I’d expected. I yanked her sideways and stuffed her head into the open flame. Fed by a natural gas pocket, the fire was hot and couldn’t be snuffed out.
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