“You know I don’t need your help,” I said when she and I were in the hall.
“I don’t know that. Plus, we watch each other’s backs, right? We don’t go off Lone Rangering any of this stuff, right?”
I paused with my hand on the door handle. “Do you have a bad feeling about this?”
“Not this, in particular. But when you pulled out those scissors.” She bit her lip and shook her head. “Myra, there’s something really wrong with those scissors. The idea of you using them scared the hell out of me.”
“Doom twinges?” I asked.
She nodded. “Doom twinges.”
“Where are the scissors now?”
“I used a pair of your gloves and put them in the bag and back in your box. I didn’t know Odin gave you one of those.”
“When I was little.”
“Me too, but mine has moons and stars and butterflies on it instead of ocean stuff.”
“He really should have stuck with boxes instead of going for the chainsaw art.”
She chuckled. “Right? I miss him. I hope he comes back soon. I need some terrible art for my yard.”
I smiled. “So where’s the box?”
“Delaney stuffed it in your closet.”
“Okay.” I’d get them later. “Ready?”
“I don’t think a hoof-cuffed, duct-taped mini-horse is going to be that much trouble.”
I wasn’t sure I agreed with her about that. Demons were tricky and underhanded.
They had a way of getting under your skin, making you change your mind about what they were, who they were.
I opened the door.
Xtelle was gone.
Chapter 20
“Check the room,”I told Jean.
She gave it a quick glance. “No unicorn.”
“She’s a demon. She can take on the shape of anything she wants.”
“Gotcha.” Jean stepped into the room and started opening dresser drawers. “You better not be a spider, you bitch,” she mumbled.
I stormed back out into the living room.
“Where is she?”
Bathin raised his eyebrows. “Xtelle?”
“She’s gone?” Delaney asked.
“Jean’s checking, but yes, she’s gone.” I strode over to Bathin. “Where is she?”
