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The door swung open and a flashlight shined into the cellar.
“You’re a dead woman!” Rex shouted.
He had a gun in his hand. He first shined his light to the right, and Moira took the opportunity to use her arm to hit him on the backside of his knee. The force pushed him down the stairs. His gun and flashlight fell from his grasp.
Another man was coming down, but Moira went first for the gun. Rex grabbed it at the same time, and Moira took the handcuff hook and slammed the pointed end on his hand. He cried out in pain and she got the gun.
It was her gun! She aimed at the man coming down the stairs and shot him in the calf. He fell forward.
Rex had no death wish—he lay prone on the ground. Moira didn’t trust him, however. She backed up the stairs and pulled the cellar door shut. They’d left the lock conveniently in the hook, so she locked them in and breathed in the fresh air while she looked around and gathered her bearings.
The chanting had resumed. Did they think she was dead?
She saw movement in her peripheral vision. She turned and aimed her gun at her would be attacker.
Rafe.
He grabbed her and held her tight. “Thank God, thank God,” he repeated.
“Perfect timing.”
“What just happened? I heard a gunshot.”
“I was locked in the cellar, now Rex and the bouncer are. Based on the sound of footsteps, there are four or five more in that house. I heard a girl scream—it must be Tori. They’ve already started.”
Grant ran up to them. He looked at Moira’s gun, but didn’t say anything.
“I shot him in the calf,” she explained, though no one asked. “He’s fine. We have to go inside.”
“It’s midnight,” Rafe said.
She’d been in the cellar for twelve hours. It felt like weeks and at the same time she could barely remember being trapped. Some protective instinct had kicked in and blocked the memory.
Moira told Grant, “Call an ambulance. If they’ve started draining her blood, we don’t have much time. She’s already weak from the purification rituals.”
Rex and the bouncer were making noise from the cellar.
“She knows we’re coming,” Moira said. “Let’s get this party stopped.” She turned to Rafe. “They took my knives and holy water.”
He handed her his back up knife and she put the gun in her pocket. The special knives she and Rafe used repelled magic, turning either their spell against the creator, dispersing it, or weakening the power. She also took his extra bottle of holy water. It wouldn’t do much against a powerful demon like Baphomet, but it would help protect them and undo certain spells.
They ran up the porch stairs. Grant went to the right and around the back; Moira and Rafe burst in through the front.
Three women and one man all dressed in black gowns with gold symbols Moira recognized as symbols of the dark arts were chanting around the elevated body of Tori Schaffer. Tori had a panicked look on her face, but wasn’t moving—whether from fear or drugs, Moira didn’t know. They’d already put the needle in her arm and blood was draining into a large plastic medical pouch below her body.
Tori had a bite mark on her neck. Both punctures were still dripping blood.
Gwen wasn’t there.
“This is over now,” Moira said. She made a move toward Tori to stop the blood loss. The lone male stepped in front of her and took out his athame, the double-edged witches knife used for commanding and controlling power—and murder, if necessary.
She stepped back and said, “Your ritual is already fucked up, so you might as well let her go.”
He smiled and said, “You know nothing about this ritual. It is already done.”
Grant stepped in from the rear. The four witches didn’t see him, and Moira gave him a nod.
“Grant Nelson, Los Angeles Police Department. Put down the knife and step away from the girl.”
Grant’s arrival surprised the four, and they turned toward him and backed away at the same time. Moira knocked the knife out of the guy’s hand. It fell to the hardwood floor and Moira kicked it far away, not wanting to touch it.
Suddenly, Grant’s gun flew across the room, barely missing Rafe’s head.
Gwen stood in a doorway. There was something different about her. She practically glowed. “I’ve tasted the virgin,” she said. “You can’t defeat me.”
Five against three. Not great odds, but Moira had faced worse. She made a move on Gwen, primarily to distract her from using her powers against Grant and Rafe. Tori didn’t have much time left, judging from the bag filling with her blood on the floor next to the altar.
Gwen raised her hands, palms out, and murmured a spell Moira couldn’t hear. She didn’t give the bitch time to complete it, she went on the offensive. Knife in one hand, she flipped the spout on the bottle of holy water and used it to put out the black candles that burned around the room. She squirted one out and was shocked when they all went out simultaneously.
That was a new one.
Gwen screamed and turned her palms toward Moira. Waves of dark energy pulsed forward. No one could see it except her, not even Gwen. Moira turned her knife, moving it rapidly to deflect the spell.
But Gwen was powerful, and the energy started building around them, a potent blanket that would suffocate them if Moira couldn’t figure out a way to stop her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Rafe had already taken out the lone male—he was on the ground, unconscious. Grant was trying to get to Tori, but Gwen’s three minions, which included April, had circled around her and used jolts of electricity to force Grant back.
Moira shouted to Rafe, “Watch her,” and he knew who she meant. He walked around to distract Gwen, while Moira turned and jumped in front of Grant. She could see the electric sparks coming from April’s athame. She deflected them with her knife. Her arm burned, but she continued her defensive assault, sending sparks everywhere. To her great surprise, when April’s magical energy hit her knife, everyone could see the sparks. They were no longer magic, but real flames.
“How did you do that?” April cried as a flame hit her black gown and began to smoke.
“I didn’t,” Moira said, but she couldn’t explain what was happening. April ran from the room. The other two witches didn’t have a fraction of the power, and they backed off.
One of them yelled, “The curtains are on fire!”
Moira ordered Grant to get Tori, and she turned to help Rafe.
He was on his knees, a fierce and angry Gwen over him with a knife raised above her head.
Moira threw her knife at Gwen and it hit her in the chest. Blood seeped into the black gown and blood dripped from her mouth. She dropped her athame and staggered backward, reaching for the knife in her chest. She grabbed the hilt, but her hand jerked away, as if burned. Her mouth worked rapidly, but no sound came out as she fell to her knees, then to the floor. All the candles lit at once, high and burning hot, scorching the ceiling, which began to smoke.
“Help me!” Grant called. He’d pulled out the needle and had put pressure on Tori’s arm, but she was already going into shock. Her skin was deathly pale and her eyes unfocused, but she was awake and breathing.
The curtains were now completely engulfed in fire, and the couch on the far side of the room was burning fiercely.
Moira helped Rafe up. “Are you okay?”
He nodded, still unable to speak. As Gwen died, his voice returned and he gasped for breath. “Out. Now.”
“We need to get Tori out.”
She turned back to Grant and saw why he hadn’t removed her.
A heavy chain bolted her to the altar around her waist.
“Grant, take her blood out. She’ll need it.”
“I’m not leaving you in here.”
“Do it!” Moira ordered. She was used to people doing exactly what she said. She looked under the altar and inspected the chain. “Rafe, I’m going to lift the chain up; you pull her body out.”
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p; The ceiling above them was beginning to cave with the pressure of the fast-burning fire. The flames themselves felt alive, at first caused by magic, then physics took over.
The chain was not only heavy, it was drenched in dark magic, making if feel infinitely heavier. Moira took the bottle of holy water and poured the rest over the chain. It sizzled under the water and Tori cried out, then fainted. At least Moira hoped she simply fainted and wasn’t in complete shock. They had to get her to a hospital immediately or she would die. She didn’t know how much blood had been removed, but it was substantial.
Coughing from the smoke, Moira lifted the chain up and Rafe dragged Tori’s body out as quickly as possible. He then picked her up in both arms and carried her from the burning room. Moira followed, and as she stumbled down the porch, remembered the men in the cellar.
She ran to the door and was faced with a combination lock. She had no idea what the code was! She pulled at it, but it was locked tight. Smoke poured from the cracks, and the house above looked like it was going to cave on itself. Sirens and lights from emergency vehicles filled the sky with sound and illumination.
She pounded on the wood, hoping it would splinter, but it had been reinforced.
A firefighter rushed over with Rafe. “There’re two people trapped in there!” Moira told him.
He had an axe and broke down the door. Two men went inside.
Rafe said, “We have to go.”
“But what—”
“Now. Grant understands.”
Moira didn’t know what story Grant was going to concoct to explain what had happened here, or what Tori would remember and tell the police. But like last time, Moira couldn’t risk being detained by the police.
Rafe took her hand and they disappeared into the night.
Chapter Twelve
Late Sunday morning, Rafe and Moira awoke again to knocking on their hotel door.
“It’s Grant,” a voice called from outside.
“Shit,” Moira muttered and pulled a pillow over her head.
Rafe kissed her shoulder. She had bruises and scrapes all over, and he voice was raw from the smoke. But she was alive, and that was what really mattered.
“Come on, sweetheart, rise and shine.”
Rafe got up and opened the door. Grant looked surprisingly rested. And he’d shaved. “Come in,” Rafe said.
“I can’t stay long, but I wanted to let you know that Tori is stabilized. Nearly four pints had been drawn. But the paramedics were on scene when you brought her out, and they started immediate fluids. She’s going to be okay. Right now, she doesn’t remember anything after she was kidnapped on her way to the gym early Saturday morning. At least, that’s what she says.”
“Good.” Moira stretched, but didn’t get out of bed. “What about Carter?”
“He’ll be okay. They’re calling it food poisoning, and he still feels like shit, but they’re releasing him tomorrow.”
Rafe was relieved. He’d been harboring a load of guilt over leaving Carter at Defiance in the first place.
“So, what’s the cover story?” Moira asked.
“This one is a little tricky. The men in the cellar identified you as their attacker. I had to think fast. You’re now officially my CI.”
“Excuse me? What the hell does that mean?”
“Criminal informant.”
Rafe reddened. “Criminal?”
“I said Moira O’Donnell was your street name. I couldn’t unring that bell. Your crimes are drug related, you work with Carter, and if it weren’t for you we’d never have found this gang. But I need your gun, Moira. I filed the report that I shot the bouncer with my back-up weapon. Otherwise, even as a protected informant, you would have had to come in for questioning.”
Moira sighed. “I understand.” She reached into the nightstand and pulled out her gun.
Grant took it and wiped off her prints. “Thank you both. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“Well, I suppose we should thank you as well. For trusting us.”
“You don’t always make it easy, but I understand more now than I did...before.” He hesitated, then said, “It’s been a rough month since Julie died.”
“We know,” Moira said. “How are you now?”
“Surprisingly, I don’t want to kill myself anymore. That’s a plus.” He changed the subject and asked Rafe, “What happened to Amy’s ghost?”
“She’s where she’s supposed to be.”
“I guess that’s good.”
“This time, it is.”
“When are you going back to Santa Louisa?”
“Today,” Moira said at the same time as Rafe said, “Tomorrow.”
Moira frowned. “But we decided—”
Rafe cut her off. Moira still looked exhausted, and she needed a day off. “One more day,” he said. “This hasn’t been much of a vacation.”
“I didn’t think we were on vacation.”
“Now we are. Twenty-four hours.”
He could tell she wanted to argue, but didn’t. “All right, you win.” She laid back down. “If I’m on vacation, I’m sleeping.” She pulled a pillow over her head.
“That’s a good-bye,” Rafe said and walked Grant to the door. They didn’t need to say anything else, but Rafe shook his hand. “If you need to talk, about anything, call.”
“I hope I don’t need you. But thanks.”
Rafe closed the door and glanced back at the bed. Moira’s head was under the pillow but she wasn’t sleeping.
He laid down next to her and tossed the pillow on the floor. “Wake up, gorgeous.”
“I’m sleeping.”
“You can sleep in an hour. First, I want to kiss you.”
She rolled over and stared at him. “You’re going to kiss me for an hour?”
He grinned. “Among other things.” He kissed her slowly, holding her with his lips for a long minute. “I love you, Moira.”
“That’s good. Because I love you right back.”
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Note from the author:
Everyone knows someone who has battled cancer. My daughter's English teacher was diagnosed with breast cancer four years ago and took a year off to go through exhausting and difficult chemotherapy. The silver lining is that she is now healthy and back teaching, and through her faith and her strength inspired a school of teenagers to actively participate in charity events, including the Relay for Life which my family has donated time and money to for several years. To be able to write a story to support breast cancer research is one small contribution I can make to a worthy cause.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Allison Brennan is the author of seventeen romantic thrillers and multiple short stories. IF I SHOULD DIE, the third book in the Lucy Kincaid series, will be available on November 22, 2011, followed by SILENCED on June 5, 2012. For more information please visit her website www.allisonbrennan.com.
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Acknowledgments
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Table of Contents
Foreword by Stacia Kane
Halloween Frost by Jennifer Estep
The Fat Cat by Edie Ramer
Medium Rare by Nancy Haddock
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sp; Sweet Demon by Misty Evans
Sian’s Solution by Dale Mayer
A Bit of a Bite by Cynthia Eden
Sinfully Sweet by Michelle Miles
A Night of Forever by Lori Brighton
Feel the Magic by Liz Kreger
Breaking Out by Michelle Diener
Ghostly Justice by Allison Brennan