“A kid abducting another kid?” Alex said as he slid into the driver's side of his car. He watched the two of them get in before starting the engine. “That’s fucked up.”
Tessa looked behind her at Emma. “What exactly did Cole say he was mad at Ava for?”
Emma blinked at her. “He said he was mad at her for being stupid, careless. He said he was going to protect her no matter what.”
“Protect her from what?” Alex asked as he backed out of the parking space.
“I thought he was kidding when he said it, I didn’t think it was actually real.”
“What is it, Emma?” Tessa snapped.
“A demon. Cole said there was one attached to Ava, that he could see it, but he didn’t want her to know that. Oh God, what did I do?” She started to whimper.
“Listen to me.” Alex turned his head; his green eyes gleamed under the streetlamp they sat under. “The only thing you did wrong was waiting to talk to us about this.”
“I thought he was joking, I really did. What would you have said if I told you?”
“It would explain a few things,” Tessa said, nodding. “But right now, we can’t worry about that. We have to find them.”
Suddenly, the lamp overhead exploded and they were left in darkness. There was a loud slam on the front of the car before Alex turned on the headlights. There was something standing in front of them, blocking their path.
It was Ian.
“Give her back to me,” he said angrily.
He placed his hands on the hood and they heard something shatter. He lifted his hand, glass shards embedded into his flesh, and smiled.
“Fuck!” Alex shouted, his eyes wide. “Did you see what he did?”
“I saw,” Tessa said, her voice shaking. Cautiously, she leaned forward, across the dash, and tapped the window. “Ian?”
He glared at her, his blue eyes now black.
“You,” he hissed, coming around to the passenger side. He watched Tessa shrink back as he tore off the door and reached for her. “This is your fault.”
His vice-like grip locked around her ponytail and he dragged her out of the car before she had time to do anything. Asphalt burned her as he continued to pull her across the road. Low beams of another car’s lights were headed in their direction.
Ian smirked, straddled her, and held her there. Screaming was not possible, as the noise died in her throat. She could hear Alex and Emma, their voices sounding distant.
The car was still coming, the lights close enough that they reflected in her eyes.
“Say hello to your daughter for me,” Ian snarled.