Chapter 12“Frankie!”
Filled with desperation, the word was almost subliminal. Danger! Frank sat up with a start, his heart thudding like he’d run a marathon. Fear made breathing almost impossible. Where the f**k’s Nathan? He scrambled from the bed, snatching up the torch and gun on the bedside locker just in case.
Nathan stood on the balcony, but it was the unknown man with him that sent Frank’s protective instincts firing on all cylinders. Dressed in civilian clothes, with his aristocratic features and long, dark hair the stranger almost had an otherworldly attractiveness to him. But Frank felt the stranger’s malevolence even from inside the room. Nathan seemed to be heavily enthralled, his arms and head hanging limply, and the demon’s teeth were in his neck.
Fear and fury filled Frank
