Page 23 of Demon Unleashed

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While she waited for her brethren to arrive, Enya dragged the three dead demons, one by one, behind a dumpster around the corner. Luckily, nobody saw her. The blood the demons had spilled in the alley was substantial, but she couldn’t do anything about that before her colleagues were here.

Her heart was still thundering from the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She hadn’t been prepared for this fight. She’d let down her guard. How stupid of her to wear high heels and a dress! It had impeded her movements, made her slower, and nearly cost Enya her life when one of her heels had gotten stuck in the cobblestones. If Eric hadn’t shown up just in time and killed two of her attackers… She didn’t even want to think of the possible outcome. But he’d jumped right in as if a street fight with daggers was his hobby. She’d never seen such a brave human. Would he have been just as brave had he known that the creatures were demons? She shrugged. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he’d helped her out of a bad situation.

A dark, unmarked van approached, and Enya recognized it immediately. She stepped out of the shadows and waved at the driver, directing him toward the dumpster, where he reversed to line the back of the van up with it. Moments later, Hamish stepped out of the driver’s side, while Aiden walked around from the passenger side and already opened the back doors.

Hamish looked at the bodies. “Nice job.” He pointed to her dress. “Guess the dress is a goner.”

She looked down at herself. Several green bloodstains were visible on her dress. “Sucks! I just bought it. Fucking demons!”

“Weren’t you the one complaining that there hasn’t been any demon activity lately?” Aiden asked.

“Whatever.”

“And what’s with the dress anyway?” Aiden asked. “Not exactly the right outfit for patrolling.”

She narrowed her eyes and pointed to the dead bodies. “You gonna lift them into the van or not? I’ve got to clean up the blood in the alley.” She reached into the van and pulled out a heavy can with a hose and a nozzle attached to it, without waiting for Aiden’s reply.

“Well, let’s get to it, then,” Hamish said.

While Hamish and Aiden loaded the dead guys into the back of the van, Enya walked back to the scene of the fight and washed down the green blood, directing it into the drains along the sidewalks, until all evidence was gone. She placed the half-empty can back into the van and shut the doors.

“You coming to the incinerator with us?” Hamish said.

“No, but you can give me a ride halfway home.”

Enya squeezed onto the front bench of the van, next to Aiden, and pulled the door shut. Hamish got in on the other side, started the engine, and drove off.

“So three, huh?” Aiden asked. “That’s impressive, even for you.”

“Particularly in those heels,” Hamish added with a grin.

Enya looked out of the side window. They would soon realize that she couldn’t have killed those three without help.

“Yeah, well, I got lucky.”

“Cut the crap,” Aiden said. He motioned to her dress. “Who were you with? Because for sure you weren’t patrolling in this.”

“Maybe I was playing bait.”

“Enya, stop,” Hamish said calmly. He’d always been more like a brother to her than all the others at the compound. But their relationship had changed when Hamish bonded with Tessa, the mayor of Baltimore. “As much as I admire your fighting skills and know how good you are, defeating three demons in a dress and high heels is nearly impossible. What really happened?”

She glanced past Aiden, met Hamish’s sideways look, and let out a sigh. Here it went. “I had help.”

“Who?” Aiden asked.

There was silence for a few heartbeats before she answered, “A guy. He managed to grab one of the demons’ daggers and stab him with it. And when the third ran off, he chased him down and killed him.”

Hamish stopped the car. “Human? Vampire? What is he? And more importantly, where is he now?”

“Human. I told him to go home.”

“After what he witnessed? Damn it, Enya. You know the protocol,” Aiden grunted with displeasure. “Grayson or Ryder could have tried to wipe his memory. How could you just let him go? What if he talks to the press? Or the police?”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Enya snapped. “I know what I’m doing. He won’t say anything.”

While Aiden glared at her, Hamish shook his head. “You know him.” Then his gaze dropped to her dress. “You’re dating him.”