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called the Elemental.
I considered leaving him bound like that. But I don’t have the guts for torture. So , I walked toward him, licked my thumb and rubbed my moist finger against his forehead, wiping away the triangle.
“ Get out of the rest on your own. I don’t care where you go or what you do. Just don't be here when I get back. If I ever hear of you again, I’ll hunt you down myself and terminate you. You understand?” I asked. His eyes widened and nodded.
Outside was a motorbike − most likely Jack’s. I’m not much of an enthusiast, but even I could appreciate the marvelous piece of engineering in front of me. I needed a ride and Jack wasn’t going anywhere for a couple of hours. And I figured he owed me for destroying my office.
I climbed on it without a second thought, and turned the key that was stuck in the ignition. Amaymon hopped onto my lap and dug his claws into the leather of the seat.
“Hmm. We could sell this after you get your car from the shop.” He arched his head, gazing at me with one eye.
“Did you really end up homeless or were you just trying to burst his bubble?”
“I did,” I replied. “I bailed outta the mansion after the incident with my father. I had no money and no place to go. Then , I met Tenzin.”
“Ah, yeah. Tenzin. That exorcist guy who taught you all about being a goody two-shoes. You gotta tell me the whole story someday.”
“Another time,” I replied. That wasn’t a story I’d ever told anyone. I guess I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he had died to save my life. If I said the story out loud, it would become real – and I didn’t want his death to be real. Even after all these years, I knew I wasn’t ready for that.
I shook my head.
Enough dwelling on the past, Erik. You have a sister to beat and a sex demon to rescue.
12
“ Any luck tracing Gil?” I asked as I swerved around a corner and a line of slow cars.
“ No. No trace whatsoever. They must be cloaking themselves,” replied the cat.
The gray-white building loomed in sight. Why can’t hospitals have upbeat colors? At least it wo uldn’t be that depressing.
I slid into the underground parking and ditched the bike in a corner.
“Erik, check out that limo,” Amaymon called from behind me. The sleek, black vehicle was parked at the opposite end.
“ Gil,” we said together.
I made it to the reception area and forced my way through the desk.
“Excuse me. I'm here to see an Abigale. Red hair, short, a college student. Got attacked in the neck. I'm a friend of hers,” I said to the plump African-American nurse. She eyed me suspiciously.
“ I'm sorry, sir. Only family allowed in,” she replied curtly.
“ But I really need to see her,” I said in urgent tones as I scanned the place for any signs of my sister or her posse.
“ Sir, I just told you you're not allowed. And this is a hospital. You can't bring any animals in here,” she said sternly.
I shuffled impatiently. “Look, lady, I get it. You have a job to do. But I have to see this girl. It's a matter of life and death.”
Error number one − never ever use the term life and death in a hospital. It doesn’t sit well with the hospital staff.
And makes you sound like a terrorist.
“Sir, are you threatening a patient? Or me?”
See what I mean?
“No, not at all. What I meant—”
"Sir, you need to leave right now before I call security," she said as she picked up a phone and waved her finger threateningly over the number pad.
Amaymon rubbed against my leg. “Plan B?”
“ Plan B,” I agreed, not bothering to lower my voice.
Amaymon hopped onto the table and let out a quick hiss. The nurse's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped back in her chair. Amaymon stood on a thick ledger and his eyes glowed for a second. “Room 414.”
We quickly raced towards the wards. The cat counted the numbers as we passed them. “Up ahead, Erik. I feel something,” he said as we
I considered leaving him bound like that. But I don’t have the guts for torture. So , I walked toward him, licked my thumb and rubbed my moist finger against his forehead, wiping away the triangle.
“ Get out of the rest on your own. I don’t care where you go or what you do. Just don't be here when I get back. If I ever hear of you again, I’ll hunt you down myself and terminate you. You understand?” I asked. His eyes widened and nodded.
Outside was a motorbike − most likely Jack’s. I’m not much of an enthusiast, but even I could appreciate the marvelous piece of engineering in front of me. I needed a ride and Jack wasn’t going anywhere for a couple of hours. And I figured he owed me for destroying my office.
I climbed on it without a second thought, and turned the key that was stuck in the ignition. Amaymon hopped onto my lap and dug his claws into the leather of the seat.
“Hmm. We could sell this after you get your car from the shop.” He arched his head, gazing at me with one eye.
“Did you really end up homeless or were you just trying to burst his bubble?”
“I did,” I replied. “I bailed outta the mansion after the incident with my father. I had no money and no place to go. Then , I met Tenzin.”
“Ah, yeah. Tenzin. That exorcist guy who taught you all about being a goody two-shoes. You gotta tell me the whole story someday.”
“Another time,” I replied. That wasn’t a story I’d ever told anyone. I guess I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he had died to save my life. If I said the story out loud, it would become real – and I didn’t want his death to be real. Even after all these years, I knew I wasn’t ready for that.
I shook my head.
Enough dwelling on the past, Erik. You have a sister to beat and a sex demon to rescue.
12
“ Any luck tracing Gil?” I asked as I swerved around a corner and a line of slow cars.
“ No. No trace whatsoever. They must be cloaking themselves,” replied the cat.
The gray-white building loomed in sight. Why can’t hospitals have upbeat colors? At least it wo uldn’t be that depressing.
I slid into the underground parking and ditched the bike in a corner.
“Erik, check out that limo,” Amaymon called from behind me. The sleek, black vehicle was parked at the opposite end.
“ Gil,” we said together.
I made it to the reception area and forced my way through the desk.
“Excuse me. I'm here to see an Abigale. Red hair, short, a college student. Got attacked in the neck. I'm a friend of hers,” I said to the plump African-American nurse. She eyed me suspiciously.
“ I'm sorry, sir. Only family allowed in,” she replied curtly.
“ But I really need to see her,” I said in urgent tones as I scanned the place for any signs of my sister or her posse.
“ Sir, I just told you you're not allowed. And this is a hospital. You can't bring any animals in here,” she said sternly.
I shuffled impatiently. “Look, lady, I get it. You have a job to do. But I have to see this girl. It's a matter of life and death.”
Error number one − never ever use the term life and death in a hospital. It doesn’t sit well with the hospital staff.
And makes you sound like a terrorist.
“Sir, are you threatening a patient? Or me?”
See what I mean?
“No, not at all. What I meant—”
"Sir, you need to leave right now before I call security," she said as she picked up a phone and waved her finger threateningly over the number pad.
Amaymon rubbed against my leg. “Plan B?”
“ Plan B,” I agreed, not bothering to lower my voice.
Amaymon hopped onto the table and let out a quick hiss. The nurse's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped back in her chair. Amaymon stood on a thick ledger and his eyes glowed for a second. “Room 414.”
We quickly raced towards the wards. The cat counted the numbers as we passed them. “Up ahead, Erik. I feel something,” he said as we
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