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Chapters (28)
  1. Chapter 1
  2. Chapter 2
  3. Chapter 3
  4. Chapter 4
  5. Chapter 5
  6. Chapter 6
  7. Chapter 7
  8. Chapter 8
  9. Chapter 9
  10. Chapter 10
  11. Chapter 11
  12. Chapter 12
  13. Chapter 13
  14. Chapter 14
  15. Chapter 15
  16. Chapter 16
  17. Chapter 17
  18. Chapter 18
  19. Chapter 19
  20. Chapter 20
  21. Chapter 21
  22. Chapter 22
  23. Chapter 23
  24. Chapter 24
  25. Chapter 25
  26. Chapter 26
  27. Chapter 27
  28. Epilogue

Trip was still getting a kick out of this. “Mitch is probably calling back with your new balance. That Elvis painting was easily the most expensive thing here.”

I flipped him off as I put the phone to my ear. “This is Pitt. What now?”

“Oh. My. God…” Mitch was breathing heavily. “I can’t believe it. It pulled their arms off. It’s hacking at them. There’s blood and guts and blood and blood and brains everywhere. Oh, God. I don’t know what it is.”

“Slow down. Where?” Trip noticed the sudden shift in my demeanor and signaled Edward, who immediately drew one of his swords.

“Concourse B, second floor. Go back to the Squishy Yogurt, up the escalator, hang a left, and go down the long red hallway. They’re in the nightclub. You’re closest. Oh God, one of them is still alive but it’s sawing on him right now.”

“Send help. We’re on our way.” I hung up the phone and hoisted Abomination. “It’s back.”

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Mitch’s hasty directions got us there fast. The long red hallway he’d mentioned was one of the places where the casino connected to the shopping area. In the middle of it was one of the Last Dragon’s three nightclubs. The double doors were open. The lights were off inside. The four of us paused in the hall to ready ourselves. We had no idea what was in there, and I hated that. “Wait for backup?” Trip suggested.

“That’s the smart thing to do,” I agreed. Then there was a bloodcurdling scream of agony from inside. The sound made all the hair on my arms stand up. Someone was still alive. “So much for smart. Tanya, stay put. Edward, keep an eye on her.”

“I can help—”

I cut her off. “You are. We’ll flush it out. You’re cutting off its escape,” I lied. There was no time to screw around arguing with an obstinate Newbie. “When help comes, send them in, but I need you to guard this door.”

“Can do!” She saluted me, just like she’d seen on TV. Hunters don’t salute. Edward, baffled by that uncharacteristic display, did the same thing, only more awkwardly. “We’ll kill the shit out of it!”

Trip had taken cover at the corner of the door. He had point. “Ready.”

“Do it.” He swept around the corner, the brilliant beam of the Streamlight mounted on his submachine gun cutting a swath through the shadows. I followed right behind him.