Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

them.”
    Another blast landed just behind them. The demons were on the run from the feys’ arrows, but still firing from their vantage. She slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop inches from the new column of flames.
    Cadeon flew forward, cracking his forehead on the metal dash—but this actually seemed to rouse him. “Fuck! What’re you doing?” he yelled.
    “Trying to get us out of here!” Holly shifted into first gear, then stomped the gas again. The tires peeled as the car surged ahead. Never looking away from the road, she said, “Hold on!”
    “Watch the roadblock—”
    The front bumper crashed into it, torpedoing the wood. Pieces of lumber bashed the windshield like baseball bats. A split second later, the car ramped down onto the deck of the bridge, the entire structure wobbling dangerously beneath and around them.
    Another demon blast struck the bridge’s roof. Streams of fire sieved through the gaps, or oozed from the roof, dropping in her path…She steadied the wheel, righting the car. Almost out, almost to the gauntlet below the demons. I can do this!
    The car stalled.
    As she gaped in disbelief, they crawled to a stop in the middle of the bridge, a mere hundred feet from where she’d initially started.
    “No, no, no!” She hastily shifted to neutral, pushing the start button again. Nothing.
    “Battery’s out…” Cadeon rasped. “No juice.”
    “Why?” she cried.
    “Don’t know. Run, Holly! Get to the forest…follow the river back.”
    “I’m not leaving you.”
    He squinted at her with his remaining eye. “Why not?”
    “Because…because I’m just not! So tell me how to get this thing started—”
    Another explosion above them. Fire had eaten through most of the wooden roof, leaving the skeleton of rusted trusses. A glance at the churning river below, and she knew their next move. Her stomach roiled along with the water. “Cadeon, our only chance is the river…”
    She trailed off as writing began to appear in the fogged glass on her side window. One of the ghosts was communicating with her! Holly swallowed, whispering, “Cadeon, are you seeing this.”
    “Still have…one eye.”
    “Numbers? It looks like latitude and longitude.” They had to be the directions to the next checkpoint! She quickly memorized them, then asked Cadeon, “You ready to swim?”
    “We’d never make it down,” he rasped with a jerk of his chin toward the end of the bridge. A demon had appeared. He raised his flaming hand, about to shoot at them dead on.
    Her gaze flew up to the rearview mirror. A second blocked the other end.
    Now there was no way to escape, nowhere to run…
    Suddenly the demon’s neck snapped to the side, his head at a right angle to his body; he dropped to his knees, then fell face down, the flame in his hand snuffed.
    The one behind them suffered the same fate. The ghosts!
    “Thanks for that!” Holly said to the unseen entities, then tried the start button once more.
    Nothing.
    Timber began to whine beneath the car, unable to bear the weight. One board snapped, then another. The burning structure shuddered and pitched all around them.
    More writing on the window, quick and shaky. EXORCIST. Free us.
    “Oh, God, of course,” Holly said, nodding frantically. “Yes, I’ll bring one back here as soon as I can!” she vowed.
    At once the engine purred to life. Her eyes widened. In gear. “Hold on, Cadeon!” Floor the gas.
    They didn’t move an inch.
    She shot a glance to her side-view mirror. The back tire was spinning at the edge of an iron underpinning. In the other side-view mirror, she saw the back wheel was spinning furiously—on nothing.
    “More gas,” he grated.
    “You said this has all-wheel drive!” She flattened the accelerator. Smoke billowed from the front peeling tires.
    “That’s why we’re…not in the drink yet.”
    Traction caught; they were thrown back against their seats as the car lurched forward over booming, cracking supports.
    A wall of flames appeared at the exit.
    “Oh, God, oh, God,” she muttered, clenching the wheel.
    “ Do it .”
    “Cadeon, if you’re the praying type,” she murmured, “now would be a choice time.”

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    F ire buffeted the car, roaring all around them. Then came a split second of clear night before the next two blasts landed.
    Holly swerved around one, drove through another, then floored it, unbridling the engine on the curving road.
    She chanced a glance at Cadeon, but almost wished she hadn’t.