for Lenny. "What do we do now?"
"So, it's we now, huh?" Polly smiled.
"I guess it is." Lenny smiled back before her thoughts turned once again to Maggie. "What do we do?"
Polly snapped her fingers and Maggie was suddenly gone.
"The police will find her body in a field about a mile away. As for Demas," she said as she snapped her fingers again, making the monster disappear, "he is now in a serious time-out in a djinn-proof cage in Hell. I will get to interrogating him a bit later. Right now, how about you meet my boss?"
"Does that mean we're—"
"Going to Hell, baby!" Polly interrupted gleefully.
"Um, okay. I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Lenny closed her eyes tightly and waited.
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting to be transported or teleported or whatever," she said, opening one eye.
"How about we get in my car? I'm parked around the corner."
"Oh, we could do that, too, I guess." Lenny smiled, slightly embarrassed.
"I'm just messing with you, shifter." Polly laughed. "Come on, I'll beam us out of here."
Lenny followed her out the broken back door and started her journey straight to Hell.
Chapter 16
W hat the Hell am I doing here? Drew asked herself while she paced the sidewalk just outside the church grounds. This is a bad idea….
She turned to walk off, but something stopped her. Was her curiosity really that strong, or was something else making her so weak willed? Feeling torn, she turned back to the main building.
She'd understood how vulnerable she was when she'd astrally projected to this place just a couple of days ago. Between then and now, she'd practiced some of the shielding techniques her father had taught her so many years ago. If only she'd taken the time to learn more from him before she'd left, she might have felt safer in places like this.
She found it took too much energy to project and shield herself at the same time, but she felt confident she could do one or the other well enough. She couldn't go in without some kind of protection. Whatever had marked these people's souls was strong, a force she wouldn't be able to resist without some kind of psychic barrier.
Hopefully, she'd practiced enough.
No … I should leave. I don't know what I might be up against.
Kevin, the young man who'd given her one of the church's cards, emerged from one of the side office buildings and began toward the church. He gave her a quick glance, but didn't immediately give her any notice. After a moment, he took another look her way, and she could see the recognition on his face.
He veered toward her with a smile.
Shit.
"Hey!" he said as he approached. He paused in thought then snapped his fingers. "Drew, right?"
She smiled back. "Didn't think you'd remember."
"I rarely forget a face," he said with a shrug. "So, come to check out the church?"
"I got curious after I saw all that—" She caught herself. She felt way too comfortable around this guy. Even more she realized his aura was reaching out toward hers. He was dangerous, apparently capable of manipulating those in his direct presence. He'd almost had her there, crafty bastard, but what was it exactly that he wanted from her?
She concentrated on putting up the barrier, cutting his soul off from hers and vice-versa. Along with the protection came an abrupt disconnect with the sensory information she'd grown so used to: She couldn't smell or taste the energy around her anymore, which left her feeling nearly as defenseless as she'd been without the psychic shield.
"I'm glad you decided to come. Everyone deserves a fresh start. There are people here who want to help you."
She nodded, playing innocent. "A fresh start?"
"Follow me." He started for the church, waving her on.
She double-checked her shield and caught up with the man, letting him lead her to the main building, all the while feeling like she was jumping into shark-infested waters, and with nothing but a wetsuit for protection.
As soon as they entered, she noticed incense and organ