“Victoria? Victoria!?” Derrick shouted as he rushed into
Devereux’s office.
“She’s gone,” Brad said, holding an icepack to his head
wound as both Mike and Derrick stepped inside.
“What happened?”
“Someone took her.”
“What do you mean someone took her? Who took her?” Derrick
demanded, inching closer to the demon with balled fists.
“We were attacked. She was in a trance, things were going
fine. I heard a commotion downstairs and something…exploded so I attempted to
wake her. Next thing I know, I’m knocked unconscious. When I awoke, she was
gone.”
“Shit,” Mike cussed as he dropped onto the sofa behind Derrick. “He came for her.”
