“I’m not on anything!”
Cooper said, “Detective, you’re sick-we don’t have a lot of time, I’ll explain on the-”
Before Cooper could finish his sentence, Grant charged him. He would not tolerate a civilian giving him orders. He was not sick.
Then why is your dick hard as a rock and your head is about to explode? Why were you thinking of picking up a hooker? Why’d you hurt Julie during sex?
Something was wrong with him, but he couldn’t focus.
He tackled Cooper, but the larger man pivoted and Grant went down hard on his right arm. Cooper was down, too, but he rolled away and jumped up, as fluid as a prizefighter.
Jeff grabbed Grant by the arm and pulled him up. “Stop,” he said in a low voice so only he could hear. “You’re making this worse. I can fix it, but not if you don’t calm down.”
Grant let Jeff walk him to the pool car. Cooper got into the passenger seat. “I’m not sitting in the back like a criminal,” Grant said. His vision was blurring and he shook his head to clear it, but that made the migraine pound. He grabbed his head and squeezed as if trying to hold his skull together. He stumbled and would have fallen to his knees if Jeff hadn’t held him up.
“It’s going to be okay, Grant. I promise. We’re going to see someone who can fix this. You’re going to get through this.”
“We’re going to Velocity. To see Julie.”
“Sure,” Jeff said. He glanced at Cooper and refused to look Grant in the eye.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Grant, I think-”
Grant pushed Jeff hard against the car and ran in the other direction. What was wrong with everyone? Why wouldn’t they give him a straight answer?
A sharp pain exploded in his lower back and his body vibrated violently as he fell to the sidewalk, twitching and dazed. His last clear image was of his partner standing over him as he lay nearly paralyzed from the Taser.
“I’m sorry, Nelson, but I didn’t have a choice.”
Moira assessed the situation pretty quickly, coming to the conclusion that she was screwed big-time.
She’d done exactly what Rafe would have told her to do: wait for an opportunity. But so far, there had been no chance to escape. And now, Wendy had her tied down in a spirit trap. She’d been stripped down to her bra and jeans, her leather jacket and turtleneck shirt tossed to the far side of the room. There was nothing sexual about her partial nakedness-Wendy had searched her completely and found all her goodies. The sacred oil, the holy water, the salt lining in her jacket, the iron in the pockets, the devil’s cuff-everything that could have helped Moira fight demons. All gone.
Yep, she was screwed.
“Where are we?” she asked. She’d only seen a small portion of the mansion Nicole had brought her to-secluded, opulent, and empty. They were in the dining room. The table had been pushed to the side, all the chairs had been removed, and a spirit trap was painted on the wooden floor. Pam Erickson watched from one of two doorways, and Nicole had laid out her tools on the table: an asthame, glass bowl, and a variety of dried herbs. Moira also noted a vial of blood.
“Kent Galion’s house,” Wendy said. “It’s perfect. Rape, murder, violence-perfect to complete the ritual. I like the balance.”
She sounded so much like Fiona, except for one major difference. Moira had never doubted Fiona’s sanity-she was simply evil and selfish. But Wendy was a magician and crazy. A dangerous combination.
Moira said, “As I told Nicole, you’re a fool. You don’t have a succubus in your power, you have the demon Lust, and she’s only playing along with you until she completes your demands; then she’s free.”
“You know nothing about my magic!” Wendy lit all the candles in the room with a simple incantation.
Moira laughed. “Parlor tricks.”
“I didn’t believe Nicole when she said you turned your back on your heritage. I’m shocked it’s true.”
“I know more about magic in my little finger than-”
Moira sucked in her breath involuntarily as Wendy delivered a psychic punch to her chest. She couldn’t speak as she recovered from the jolt.
“Yes, please be quiet.”
Julie Schroeder entered the dining room. She wore a thin, flowing red gown. As she sashayed past the flickering candles, Moira noted she wore no underclothes.
Moira found her voice enough to say, “Lying bitch.”
Julie laughed and Moira frowned. She’d closed off her senses when she’d been kidnapped, out of fear and self-preservation. Now, she slowly opened them.
It only took a few seconds to realize she was facing a demon.
Not just any demon. Lust inhabited Julie’s body.
“Where is my soul?” the demon asked.
“We’ll begin the ritual and find him.” Wendy glared at Moira. “You screwed up my plans when you showed up at Velocity. I couldn’t wait for Grant.”
“I feel just awful about that.” Moira feigned a yawn, keeping an eye on Nicole’s ritual.
“It doesn’t matter because I know how to find him.”
The three women circled the demon and held hands. The demon closed her eyes, a secret grin on her face.
Wendy spoke an ancient Latin incantation that at first Moira didn’t recognize. She listened, unable to translate it quickly. Then she heard one word, oculus, eye. It was an all-seeing spell, for the witch to locate someone. Eye … blood …
My eye, his eye. My blood, his blood. As it is above, so it is below.
Wendy held up the small vial of red liquid that Moira knew in her heart was Grant’s blood. She twisted off the cap, and for a second Moira thought she was going to drink it. Instead, she held out her wrist and the demon cut it with Nicole’s asthame. Wendy gasped, then poured a few drops of Grant’s blood on her wrist. The demon put her finger in the mixed blood and wrote a symbol on Wendy’s arm.
The intimacy of the ritual astounded Moira. Even Fiona would not have risked her life by allowing a demon to cut her skin, even for added power.
Wendy held her arms out and the demon spoke the language of the Conoscenza, the ancient book written by demons that Fiona had found. The book Moira needed to destroy to prevent the Seven from being summoned again. Unable to translate the words, Moira didn’t know what the demon Lust was saying, but the rhythm and tone chilled her until she couldn’t stop shaking. The ground beneath the house shook slightly, barely enough to feel, but magical energy flowed around them until on a breath of stirred air, the spell left in search of Grant.
“I see him!” Wendy cried. She laughed and didn’t sound sane.
A cell phone trilled.
Nicole said, “That’s Julie’s phone.”
Wendy, eyes bright with demonic magic, answered the phone.
Moira heard Rafe’s voice on the other end.
“I have Grant Nelson. You have Moira. Let’s trade.”
Wendy laughed until tears ran down her face, then hung up without answering Rafe’s question. She faced Moira with a glowing smile. “I hope you said goodbye to your boyfriend because you won’t see him until you meet again in Hell.”
The demon, Wendy, and Pam Erickson left.
Nicole smiled at Moira. “It’s just you and me.” Moira felt the energy building again. “I can’t kill you yet, but I can have some fun.”
THIRTY-ONE
Rafe had Grant Nelson restrained in the reverse spirit trap. They were in Jackson’s church, in the large area where the altar had been. A twenty-foot-tall empty cross hung on thick wires from the ceiling, the base eight feet overhead and behind them.
A thick line of salt circled Grant, as well as a nearly invisible circle of sacred oil. Rafe hoped they weren’t making a mistake using the church as their last stand-it had once been a Catholic church, and Jackson said the relics beneath the altar had never been removed. They were safe in a wooden box beneath the floor. Maybe it was overkill, but Rafe tied Grant to a chair directly above the relics. If the cop didn’t calm down and listen,
Rafe wouldn’t be able to free him, and if Grant couldn’t defend himself it could put him at greater risk.
He hoped he was doing the right thing-and he wished Anthony would call him back with answers. They were cutting it far too close. If Anthony didn’t know what to do, then they would have to wing it. Which might well get them all killed. Rafe tried not to dwell over Moira’s captivity otherwise he’d lose his edge. Wendy’s laughter had been borderline hysterical, and Rafe expected the demon any minute.
He didn’t know if he could do this without Moira, and prayed she was safe.
“I’m sorry,” Rafe said as he checked Grant’s restraints.
“You kidnapped a cop. Sorry isn’t going to cut it.” Grant glared at Jeff Johnston, who stood to the side, his eyes red with restrained emotion and uncertainty. He’d been the one to Taser his partner. “I’ll have your badge, Johnston.”
“I’m sorry, too, Grant, but you’re not yourself.” Jeff asked Rafe, “Is he possessed or something?”
“No. He’s infected. The demon Lust did a number on him, and now she’s coming to finish the job. Steal his soul, then end his life.”
Grant fought his restraints. “You’re both fucking insane! I’m going to kill you!”
“I want to cut you loose,” Rafe said, “but you’ll only endanger yourself if you leave this spirit trap.”
“I’m going to throw the book at you,” he growled.
Jackson Moreno brought the chalice from the sanctuary. “I don’t think we should bring that out,” Rafe said. “Not until Anthony calls.”
“I’ll keep it with me.”
“But-” Rafe was unsure. Moira had been adamant about keeping it well secured until the demon was trapped. “I’m going to call Anthony now,” he said. “We can’t wait.”
“What’s that?” Grant demanded. He was obviously in pain, but not from the restraints. His hair was dark with sweat, his face flushed, his eyes bloodshot. He was fighting the lustful urges, but Rafe suspected he’d be vulnerable as soon as the demon arrived. Rafe couldn’t free him; Grant Nelson wasn’t in his right mind.
“I’ve been telling you the truth, Detective. Wendy Donovan is a witch,” Rafe told him as he called Anthony. “She summoned a succubus-a demon who steals the souls of men during sex-in order to gain favors. But this time, she trapped one of the Seven Deadly Sins, and it’s not as simple to get rid of it.”
“You’re all fucking lunatics!”
Let me talk to him.
There was no way Rafe was letting Julie take over. Moira was already going to be livid that he’d let the witch’s spirit inside him. Rafe couldn’t give up even a sliver of control.
Anthony answered his phone on the third ring. “Rafe.”
“I’m desperate for answers, Anthony. We have the cop, the demon is on its way, and the Donovans have Moira somewhere.”
“What? Who has Moira?”
“Wendy and Nicole Donovan plan to turn her over to Fiona.”
“You can’t let that happen!”
Rafe hesitated. For two weeks Anthony had been berating Moira, doubting her, and arguing with her. It had developed into a huge problem between him and Anthony as well, and now he was suddenly concerned about her safety? Not simply concerned-but panicked. “I have no intention of letting them harm her. But it’s nearly sunset here and we’re out of time.”
“Where’s the chalice?”
“We have it here.”
“You need to contain the demon in the chalice and then melt it. But you won’t have much time.”
“And how do we do that?”
“That, I’m not as certain about.”
“You’re not helping, Anthony.”
“What do you want from me? I’m seven thousand miles away, and I’ve been reading handwritten notes in four languages for twenty hours straight. In one book I’ve found reliable, it states that any physical portal-that is, an object and not a place-into the underworld can be used to trap a demon using a binding exorcism prayer. In my experience working with artifacts, I believe this is correct.”
“Have you done it?”
“I haven’t had cause. I’ve encountered demons trapped in physical vessels like the chalice during archeological excavations and have successfully sent them back, but I’ve never handled a demon as powerful as Lust.”
Rafe considered Anthony’s experience. “Right now the demon is in a human body. Do I need to draw it out of the body first, then bind it to the chalice?”
“I would suggest just that. You’ll need to be in the reverse trap to protect you.”
“And the chalice?”
“Nearby, outside the trap.”
Rafe could think of a half-dozen things that could go wrong. “I hope this works.”
“I’ll be praying for you. As soon as possible, find Moira.”
“I plan on it.” Rafe hung up. He wasn’t certain whether Anthony’s concern was for Moira’s ultimate safety or her value as a tool, and it made him uneasy.
Rafe said to Jackson, “Put the chalice under the altar, to the side so Wendy won’t see it.”
“Does Anthony have a plan?”
“One plan. If Plan A doesn’t work, we’ll improvise.”
Jeff was trying to talk to Grant. “I saw some things this afternoon that I can’t explain.”
Grant strained, his lips curling. “They drugged you! It’s a hallucination!”
Jeff glanced at Rafe. “Can’t you do something for him?”
Rafe shook his head.
Julie said, Please, Rafe! Let me talk to him.
He mentally told her, “Feed me information. I’m not giving you control.”
She was too weak to fight him, and reluctantly agreed.
Rafe said to Grant, “Wendy was jealous because you kept going back to Julie. Wendy didn’t want you; she just didn’t want Julie to have you.”
“You bastard, if you touched Julie I swear I’ll kill you-”
“I haven’t hurt Julie, but Wendy gave her body to a demon. That demon has been around you-you’ve been infected. The symptoms of being infected? Headaches worse than any migraine you’ve ever had. An overwhelming urge to do things you know you shouldn’t, but you still want to. Need to. Julie came to my hotel room this morning. She had bruises on her arms from where you held her down. She said you weren’t acting yourself, then told us about the mark on your back. The same mark that’s on the backs of the demon’s victims lying in the morgue.” Recognition crossed Grant’s face. “You saw it with your own eyes,” Rafe added.
“You son of a bitch!” Grant pulled and strained at his restraints.
Jackson tried to calm him down. “Grant, it’s true. I know it’s hard to accept, but there are demons that walk the earth. Wendy is the head of a powerful coven-”
“If I hear that word one more time!” Grant stared at the ceiling. Veins throbbed in his neck as sweat flowed down his back.
“Detective Nelson,” Rafe said, “Julie is trying to save your life. Her spirit-her astral self-is right here with me. She knows you don’t believe in any of this. If it helps, she wants to remind you that she’s the only one who knows about your brother.”
Rafe didn’t feel comfortable sharing the private information, but the comment had Grant frozen. Then he went off. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if you mention Brian I will beat your brains out! You know nothing about him! You’re not fit to be in the same room with him! I hate you!”
Rafe’s compassion went out to Grant. He let the comments stand, not elaborating. Grant was losing his steam. Rafe didn’t want to beat the guy down, but he had to get him to at least comply.
“We want to untie you, but you have to stay in the spirit trap,” Rafe said. “The demon wants you. It wants your soul. There is also the not-so-little problem of the mark on your back. Remember Galion? Everyone who is marked dies unless we trap the demon.”
Grant had nothing more to say, but he glared at Jeff.
“Hello!” A female voic
e rang out in the church.
Rafe pivoted with his dagger out. It was Nina Hardwick.
“What are you doing here, Nina?” Rafe asked, angry. They didn’t have time for this. Wendy was on her way.
Nina frowned. “I tried Moira, but-” She stared at Grant. “What happened? What are you doing to him?” She ran toward Grant and Rafe intercepted her.
“Nina.” He grabbed her arm and made her look at him. “You have to go.”
“Why are you hurting him?”
“I haven’t hurt him-he has the mark of the demon. He’s going to die if I can’t stop Wendy. And so will Moira.”
Nina looked around. It was all too incredible; impossible to believe. “Where is Moira?”
“Wendy kidnapped her. She set Grant up, but we found him first. He doesn’t understand what’s going on.”
Grant said, “I understand perfectly well that you are a fucking loon and will be in prison for a long, long time.”
Detective Jeff Johnston approached her. “Nina, Grant isn’t himself right now. He assaulted a cop after getting into a minor car accident. He’s lucky he wasn’t hauled to the station and placed on administrative leave. Something is wrong with him.”
“Nina,” Rafe said, “you need to leave before Wendy gets here with the demon.”
“I found the information you wanted.”
For a minute, Rafe didn’t know what he’d asked for. Nina elaborated. “Wendy and Nicole’s background. Wendy was in and out of mental institutions for years. Their mother, Susan, was in foster care from the age of six. Susan’s parents were grossly abusive, and she was forcibly removed from their home. They went to prison, but not long enough if you ask me, and Susan was raised in a series of-”
“I appreciate this, but now you need to leave.”
“But-”
“Please, Nina.”
“Wendy killed her mother. No one prosecuted her because she had proof that her mother set her up to be raped repeatedly. Wendy was finally released for good when she was eighteen, and hasn’t had a problem with law enforcement since. Her records are sealed.”
“How did you get them?” Jeff asked.
Nina straightened her spine. “I have my sources. I don’t th-”
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