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New York Times to the gossip rags will run the story, and several know I m the contact. It
won t take them long to trace I m near Denver somewhere.
Now Dan cursed under his breath, in both Russian and English. He glared at Ian.
High-handed was right. You destroyed my privacy.
Ian didn t bat an eyelash, and didn t lower his voice. Damn right I did. The
Russians depended on your secrecy to whisk you and Grip out of the country with no
one the wiser. It s much, much harder to kidnap a famous person while dodging
paparazzi and newsies. Isn t it, Comrade?
There was no answer, though they heard him shuffling around for a full minute.
You are correct. We wanted the book as well, but I doubt my superiors realized it
would be a horrible monstrosity.
Hey!
Ian winked at Grip and whispered, He means how large you are, big fella. I bet
they thought you d be a little tome that could be carried or stuffed in a suitcase.
How undignified! I think not.
Dan snickered against his rifle butt. They were in a standoff with what Dan
assumed was the Russian mafia, dead bodies on the floor, with the American media
now hot on his heels. The situation couldn t get more ridiculous.
A loud crack split the air, thunderous enough to make Ian and Dan both wince
and duck behind the couch. Dan looked into Ian s wide green eyes behind his glasses.
Meow!
Ian jerked in shock and scrambled to his knees. His mouth flew open. Demon!
How d you get here?
Dan peered cautiously over the edge of the couch. A mangy alley cat sat on his
haunches in the center of the room squarely between the doorway and them, licking a
paw as if nothing had happened.
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The Russian stuck his head around the wall for a second, then ducked back.
Perhaps you should call him by his correct name. Belial.
A cloud of sickly yellow and green sulfurous smoke boiled out from under the
cat, accompanied by the most raucous fart Dan had ever heard from anyone, animal or
human. The gaseous emanation grew, filling the room with such a horrible odor both
Ian and Dan doubled over with nausea. Their weapons dropped to the floor from their
hands. From the gagging sounds across the room, they weren t the only ones in danger
of losing the contents of their stomachs.
Wusses. A guy farts and they can t handle the smell.
Dan summoned all the strength given to him by Grip, and struggled to look over
their barrier. Wreathed in the foul smoke, the naked figure of a man waited with arms
folded. Only his eyes were clearly visible, glowing in the miasma.
Poor Ian gave up all pretense of dignity and fell over on his side, clutching his
stomach. Between rasping gags he managed to speak. Great. My cat was a fucking real
demon.
Dan couldn t see the Russian anymore, but the wet heaving sounds told him the
goon lost his battle with nausea. If he ruined any of Dan s books, he d have to hurt him
merely on general principles.
Belial smiled approvingly at Dan, and then turned to face Grip. You ve lost this
round, and made a mess of things. If we were discovered to truly exist before the
correct time, the world would turn its back on its delightfully evil ways and choose the
path of good.
Beneath Grip, foul goo oozed and hit the floor, hissing and steaming.
The huge demon laughed, and it wasn t a pretty sound. Shitting yourself won t
help. He waved a negligent hand in Dan s direction without taking his eyes off Grip.
You re bound to this human and his descendants in bonds not even I can break, since
they were set by the Lord of Lies himself. I ve been ordered to sweep this mess under
the proverbial rug.
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Grip lit up in hellish blue-black flames, which didn t consume him or the room,
but from the screams deafening Dan s mental ears, they hurt all the same.
Ian clapped his hands over his ears at the same moment Dan did. He d managed
to get back on his knees. Ian s sympathetic eyes trained on Grip. His mouth moved in
the words, You poor bastard.
Belial gestured, and the flames went out as quickly as they d flared. They took
with them the stinking piles beneath Grip, leaving a small mound of ashes.
Grip smoked and hung from his chains, but mere tiny whimpers came to Dan s
grateful mental ears.
Ignoring Ian and Dan, the powerful demon turned his back on them and spoke
to the Russian. Alexi, you are a problem to me. Promises of silence are not enough.
Therefore, I will set upon you an insurance of your continued cooperation.
A sexy female demon arrived in a puff of black smoke. Her most notable features
were six-inch long, gleaming razor blade claws on her hands and a voluptuous body
even a gay man could appreciate as sexually dangerous. She changed into a small,
helpless looking black kitten, meowing piteously. The little creature stalked into the
library.
A gasping Nyet! and a human cry of pure terror followed.
Lazily, Belial crooked a finger from the yellow fog surrounding him. Come
here, and bring your new pet.
Alexi stumbled into the room, carrying the purring kitten in his trembling arms.
His face was white, his eyes glazed with horror. His shredded clothes hung off his
bleeding body in strips.
The smoke-wreathed demon reached out a hand and stroked the kitten s black
fur. She ll be with you always, ensuring you never breathe a word, nor communicate
in any way what you saw and know concerning the Agrippa and its related events. In
exchange, she ll fill your nights with sex beyond your wildest dreams until the day of
your death. The Russian mafia must be left in the dark, unsure about the events here.
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They must think their attempt to steal the Agrippa failed, but never understand why. In
Minsk, you will find a job and never report to Moscow. Go.
Alexi screamed, his voice cut off in mid-shriek as he disappeared in another puff
of black smoke.
Un-holy shit. Ian s comment rasped harshly in the silence. Guess this means
I m next.
Chapter Nine
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