Right.
Straddling the giant beast as best I could, I rammed my blunt weapon into its chest again, lower than before, and slid it in all the way to the hilt.
It jerked, nearly bucking me off, before going completely still. Even the goop stopped pumping from its body, diminishing to a small trickle.
“There, I think we finally got—” Before I could finish my sentence, its body started to gurgle.
“It’s gonna blow,” Molly yelled. At once, everyone scrambled to escape the area.
How could I have forgotten what happened last time? Throwing my leg off the beast, I sprinted for the open space where Brock was waiting, his desperate amber eyes tracking my every move.
The apollyon’s body liquefied, and then exploded with a garbled pop. A wet, steaming thud hit me square in the back and I groaned.
Fucking shit from the underworld. Nasty.
I spun around, taking in the remnants of the beast. Clumps of … yuck … clung to the grass everywhere. Some of it even made it onto the walls and windows of Gran’s cabin.
Disgusting.
“You got the other one?” I asked Molly.
She nodded.
“I need to close that fucking gate.” Spotting Reo and Haru, I scanned the bodies of my two warrior protectors, ascertained they were well enough, and met their determined gazes. Never had I seen them so gung-ho to settle things.
I couldn’t bring a baby into this situation. I’d be sleeping next to Brock and our little one while some giant demon was running around our back yard. Hell to the fucking no.
Reo sighed. “It’s going to be hard to close the gate without your katana, considering every history book we have says you need the sword to achieve it.”
“Among other things,” Haru added, but I let that go. We’d get to all that after I got my sword fixed.
My gaze shifted to the broken sword and cursed. “How can we fix it?”
Were there any old-school Japanese blacksmiths hanging around Eugene, Oregon?
Haru and Reo shared a look. “There’s a way, but … you’re not going to like it,” Haru said.
Brock pressed his wolf body against my leg. I could sense an argument brewing.
“Just tell me,” I said with an exasperated sigh. Surely there shouldn’t be any more bad news.
Haru nodded. “There’s a magical cove in Washington, off a small island, that’s said to heal anything broken.”
I shrugged. “Sounds great. Let’s do it.” I was too tired to argue. I wiped the hair from my face, trying not to think about all the monster goop dripping down my back and onto my favorite kickass boots.
The warriors’ faces strained. “It’s rumored to be guarded by demonic selkies,” Haru said.
Fabulous. I threw my hands in the air. Demonic selkies—bring ‘em on.
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“No.”
Brock stood with his arms crossed staring down at my broken sword, which now graced his dining room table after a good hose-down to rid it of all the monster bits. I’d gotten a bit of a hose-down of my own to hold me over until I could shower.
“I don’t want you to go,” Brock said.
I sighed. “You can come. It’ll be like a mini road trip. I’ll dip my sword in the magic water, it will heal, and we can come right back here, where I’ll close the gate … somehow, and all will be well.”
