Chapter Three
Blood dripped down the bathroom mirror, sliding into the marble sink in deep, ruby-red swirls. It reminded Jaci of the peppermint candies all the shops and restaurants kept in little bowls by the cash registers during the holidays.
But there was nothing festive about a demon summoning. Especially when the demon she so desperately needed to reach wasn’t picking up.
“Come on, Meech,” she said, pacing the bathroom. Flickering candlelight threw harsh shadows on the wall, casting the room in an eerie glow. “Be there. f*****g be there.”
No response. Again.
After hours of failed attempts, Jaci was damn near crawling out of her skin with worry.
She stopped pacing and glanced again at the mirror.
Not even a glimmer of hellfire shone from the other side.
It should’ve worked. It
