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stalks us." A demon worried about being stalked?
                When she heard a gurgling yell behind them, her eyes went wide. She ceased any resistance, fleeing with them when the gang began running. At intervals, she glanced back, as unnerved as they were.
                Then, directly on the path ahead, they came across one of the faster demons--beheaded so recently his body was still kneeling.
                As the corpse collapsed, Asmodel sneered, "No, the beast plays with us."
                Another demon's scream warbled from behind them. They'd barely gone a dozen steps in the other direction when something that sounded like a boomerang sailed through the air overhead. Blood rained down from it.
                The beast had flung a severed leg like a Frisbee to land in front of them.
                Beside the mangled leg lay a pair of demons, one body toppled over the other. And their heads looked to have been severed--not with a sword but with claws .
                "A single blow took down two." Asmodel swallowed loudly as he jerked her around in a circle, scanning for an escape.
                Something had beheaded a pair of immortals with one strike? Then gone to slash off the leg of another? "No, there's got to be more than one," she said. Beings were dying in all directions, screams like a chorus.
                "One," Asmodel snapped. "It!"
                Sounds of carnage echoed through the trees, the cracking of bones and the unmistakable tearing of flesh. She began shaking too hard to run, stumbling twice in rapid succession.
                Asmodel promptly abandoned her, taking his chances, sprinting through the saplings.
                The few remaining demons followed suit, scattering in different directions. She trailed after Asmodel, the biggest one, while all around her the others screamed.
                Then she slowed, squinting in disbelief through the smoke. Ahead, something like a shade seized Asmodel with a staggering speed. Asmodel looked as if he were being lifted by an unseen force. Whatever it was ruptured the demon's body in midair--limbs separated, blood spraying over dust.
                He'd never had time to scream.
                The shadow vanished. Silence fell. Only the sound of the wind could be heard. Had they all been taken out? Or were they hiding?
                What was this thing?
                She twisted around, her eyes darting. When she reeled back from a nearby sound, she tripped over a legless, beheaded torso, tumbling beside a pool of gore and entrails.
                Sneethy. She recognized the spear still clenched in his hands.
                Choking back bile, she crawled from the leavings into a patch of petrified brush.
                Her first impulse? Ball up there and hide. What use was fleeing? Death awaited in any direction.
                Then she grew ashamed. Though young, Carrow was an inducted mercenary of the Wiccae and a leader among their vaunted warrior class. She'd face this beast fearlessly--even to the end.
                "Show yourself, coward!" At once, trees began to topple in a line coming straight for her. A monster on its way. Before, it'd been soundless. Now it crashed toward her.
                It was playing with her as well.
                Carrow would be damned if she was going to sit here, helpless, like some offering to King Kong. For the first time in her life, she had someone depending on her. She would fight.
                And if she couldn't match its strength, she'd use other talents. She could be cunning ... deceptive.
                She pried Sneethy's spear from his gnarled fingers. You're about to see what would happen if Fay Wray were a witch!
                Just as she dragged the