Demona rushed from the bathroom and braced herself into a battle position, flexing her claws and hissing angrily. Julie didn’t have time to argue, and assumed a fighting stance, thankful that she took that self-defense course a year ago.
The stranger pointed the business end of the staff in their direction. “You’re coming with me, dead or…well, you know.”
Julie whispered to her companion. “Ideas?” She noted the steadiness of her own libido, apparently stabilized by the adrenaline rush.
“Already on it,” she whispered, smiling with her inherent evil grin.
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