The Demon Trappers: Foretold
“Dress. Or fight unclothed, he ordered deep in her mind.
She’d barely managed to pull on her jeans, shirt and high-tops when the room around her faded. Her new surroundings came into focus: a broad, open field of green grass, the moon fat and full in the midnight sky.
I know this place. This was all angelic illusion, like the romantic picnic they’d shared when Ori had been trying to seduce her. This time there was no tasty watermelon or wine, only Lucifer’s killer.
‘Sleep in your clothes from now on, unless you wish to fight nude,’ Ori said brusquely. ‘I will call you at a moment’s notice.’ Great. ‘During the day too?’ ‘Perhaps.’ ‘Someone will notice if I just disappear.’ ‘I’ll ensure they don’t. Now extend your hand, the one with my master’s inscription upon it.’ Riley did as he asked, wondering what he had in mind, and the question was answered the instant her right palm flared to life in brilliant white flames.
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