Chapter Twenty-Two

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Dearest Miss,

I'm absolutely thrilled that you have agreed to join our show. I know that this is a unique circumstance, and I appreciate you working with us. See you soon!
Love,
Hank Ryan, Chanced

"Ladies," Hank's voice booms through the walls, and I notice the other women shrinking back in their seats.

He bursts into the room, followed by an even bigger camera crew than normal.

My stomach begins knotting, and I try to calm my nerves by sipping the coffee.

Oh, gross. It's so watery.

"Gather around, please, I have some exciting news."

"Oh, no," I hear one of us whisper. I grab Anna's hand for support. It's sweaty with anticipation.

He bares his teeth at us in a twisted grin. "Jason has something to announce."

Jason materializes behind him, smiling cluelessly.

"Hello. I'm so glad to see you all, even at such an early hour. Anyway, we have some exciting news!"

They keep using that phrase, 'exciting news'.

"We're inviting a new girl onto the show! It was a random lottery, and you're about to meet the lucky girl."

I feel Hank's evil eyes on Anna and me, and suppress a shiver.

"She's a doctor from New Orleans, please welcome Deja Blaire!"

Anna's gentle squeeze handhold turns to a death lock as a beautiful woman walks into the room and smiles dazzlingly at her.

Hank... I think murderously, tightening my grip on Anna's hand.

The woman ignores the rest of us and walks straight over to Anna, kissing her deeply.

The others girls gasp in shock, but I can only gape as Anna lets go of my hand and returns her kiss.

He did this. He planned this. He knew this would happen. He... he...

Faintly, I hear the scream, as if it comes from another world. I don't know who's lips it escapes from, only that it contains one word. One name.

"HANK!!!!"

I feel hands grabbing me, for some reason, because now my hands are on the demon's throat, around his throat, choking him... they yank me off of him and carry me away. They lock me in a room. All I hear is screaming.

All I see is two faces pressed against each other.

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