Chapter 78

Hunter stood slack-jawed in the doorway, watching the fury. A Lalique vase that had belonged to Nana lifted from its place on an end table and headed toward him in a blur of speed. Before he could duck out of the way, it hit him in the forehead. Seconds later, a trickle of blood seeped into his eyes. He stumbled, yet he shouted, “I refuse to be afraid.”

The derisive laughter began. But for the first time, Hunter did not feel scared of it, but annoyed. Didn’t this creature have anything else in his bag of tricks? Hunter found himself laughing back. This demon, or whatever it was, was acting like a petulant child! Hunter knew his mirth was only a hairline away from hysteria, but he used it to shout at the top of his lungs, “I command you out of here!”

All was still.

Hunter looked around him. The downstairs looked as though vandals had broken in, but the house was once again warm, and the only sounds were the creaking of the branches outside as the night wind tore through them.