Bound [Book #1]

They are connected by the fact that they've all died and been brought back.

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27. Twenty-Seven.

“Lewis,” I said, “why do you want to help us? You're a hunter too.”

Lewis smiled then and shook his head. “That's where you're wrong, miss. Jev is the only hunter now. Claudia only did his bidding because she didn't have a fucking mind of her own. Mira and I, we joined when we were a couple, at the promises of great things. All Jev has done was make us kill innocent people.”

“What did he promise you?” I asked.

“So many things,” Lewis responded. “But now Mira and I have had enough. Would you like me to get your friend down?” He snapped his fingers.

Graham fell to the ground and stayed there, breathing deeply. “Thank you,” he gasped.

“You're welcome,” Lewis said. He hoisted Mira up. She staggered slightly but stayed upright. She looked around at us and smiled.

“Which one of you used the see-saw?” she asked, laughing.

Julia blushed. “I did,” she said softly.

Mira grinned. “Good girl,” she said. She wiped the blood away from her face. “Now, you have to focus. When Jev gets up, he's going to be angry. You have to—”

Before she could say anything else, a loud bang made us jump. I watched Mira's body drop, but not before I saw the hole in her stomach. She bled fast, soaking the soil with blood.

I screamed.

Another shadow, just like the one I had seen standing in front of Graham, now hovered over Mira. It bent over, and I could hear something. It was chewing, tearing, and it took everything I had not to throw up.

It was eating Mira.

Next to her, Lewis stood. His face was contorted with rage and revulsion, and in his hand was a lead pipe. “Bastard,” he hissed, raising the weapon.

“Stop!” I shouted.

That distracted both him and the demon. And it was enough for another piece of the old playground to come spinning out of the ground. Only, this time, the demon reached a misty claw out and grabbed the object. Then It laughed.

It laughed and threw it back at us. The bench came speeding, but suddenly stopped inches from our faces.

Lewis stood in front of us, his hands out, palms touching the wood. His feet dug into the earth.

“You're done hurting them,” he said.

The demon growled at him as it started to come into focus; it was dark grey and rubbery-looking with red eyes and large claws and feet. It reached through the barrier, took hold of Lewis and tossed him a few feet away.

“Shit,” Terry said. “This is going to hurt.”

Fear filled me. “Not for you,” I said. “You'll be gone when I let go.”

“Don't,” he said. “I can help you. Besides, that thing can't hurt me.” He smiled sadly, bent his head, and kissed my cheek.

Unlike his hand that felt real, his lips were like a cool breeze against my skin, and it made me want to cry all over again. I sniffled and my eyes welled up.

“Oh,” Julia said softly, squeezing my hand. “Please don't cry, sweetheart. It'll be okay. We'll get through this.”

“Even if we do,” I mumbled, “Terry will still be dead.”

Silence hung in the air. But it was short-lived as Jev pushed the bar to the see-saw off himself and sent a giant wave of energy at us. It knocked us back a little, but it didn't hurt, because he was still weak.

I smirked.

Once everything was said and done here, I would go find those girls.

Or die trying.

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