DEMON SENSE
Chapter 9
It was just Larson and me, since Nathan had decided to go sulk somewhere else. It was a wise decision on his part, since I was about ready to punch him in the throat.
“Well, off to the basement with you,” Larson ordered.
“Huh?” I’d been so busy fuming in my head, I didn’t hear him.
“We sure aren’t going to go at it in here, love. I wouldn’t want you to break something of Nethaneel’s. He would surely throw a fit more arduous than the last.”
At the moment, I didn’t care if I broke his crap. Granted, Nathan would probably tack on the cost of damages to my growing IOU. Added fees I couldn’t afford. I needed to vent. Now.
I followed Larson through the house, to a door beyond the kitchen. When we reached it, he opened the door, revealing a dark stairway that was the epitome of creepy.
I grew a little uneasy as we began the decent. Twenty-two, and I was afraid of the dark. Nothing to be embarrassed about, I tried to convince myself. Yeah, right. The worst kind of monsters liked the dark. Like demons…and roaches.
I shivered. “Isn’t there a light switch you could flip?”
“Yes.”
“So, we’re walking down these narrow, concrete steps in the dark because…” I asked, annoyance tingeing my tone. It wasn’t just my fear of the dark that made me edgy. Attempting to walk down a cement staircase with little to no visibility wasn’t exactly the smartest or safest thing a girl in wedge sandals could do.
Sensing my concerns, the vampire took my hand. His fingers were slightly cool to the touch, not ice-cold as I’d imagined they would be. “The switch is at the base of these stairs.”
I rolled my eyes. “High five to the guy who set that one up,” I replied sarcastically. “Just genius”
Larson was a few steps ahead of me, but looked up to watch me in the dark. He apparently didn’t need to see where he was going. I wondered how he did it. Maybe Larson navigated by sonar like bats.
“Completely,” he said, just as we reached the bottom of the staircase. There was a soft click as he flipped the light switch and the basement was awash in a pure white glow.
“Whoa.” What I saw pleasantly surprised me.
When I thought of basements, I had a tendency to associate them with rats and cockroaches, and many other unpleasant things. This room was nothing like that. Nathan’s basement was clean and fresh, like right out of a Febreze commercial. Plush, off-white carpet extended from wall to wall in the substantial basement space. A cream-colored couch sat against a wall at one end of the room. The wall perpendicular to the couch was home to a bookcase that ran all the way across a good fifty feet or so. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room. The whole center space was empty, providing the ideal amount of space for learning self-defense.
“It’s perfect.”
Larson kicked off his expensive-looking running shoes, and got straight down to business. “I suggest you do the same.”
Without hesitation, I stepped out of my sandals and tossed them to the side of the room. After which, I joined Larson at the center of the space where he stood, feet shoulder width apart and his arms poised at his side.
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ParanormalAfter the deaths of her parents, and her sister’s “suicide” via possession, Viktoryia Price is compelled to avenge her family, but she can't do it alone. With the help of an enigmatic bodyguard-for-hire (a powerful being Viky can't decipher), and a...