Free Hell Is Coming (The Watcher's Series Book 1) by N.P. Martin Page A

“And?”
    “Well, the only thing I got was that your brother is apparently not the only one who has gone missing. Nephilim kids all over the country have been disappearing over the last six months and no one seems to know why. It’s very strange. Demons are most likely behind it, they always are.”
    My heart felt heavy in my chest. “I can’t believe this is happening again.”
    Frank frowned. “What’s happening again?”
    “A demon took my mother, now one has taken my brother.”
    Frank looked away, drank his coffee.
    “You wanna tell me what happened with my mom?”
    His discomfort returned. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean why was she taken? She never mentioned why on the video she left me.”
    “You really want to know?” He didn’t look like he wanted to tell me but I was leaving him no choice.
    “Yes.”
    His flushed face looked pained. “She sold her soul, that’s the long and the short of it.”
    He might as well have thrown his coffee in my face. “Sold her soul ? What the hell for? Can you even do that?”
    “You can do it alright.” He got up and washed out his cup then stood leaning against the sink with his arms folded.
    “But why?”  He didn’t want to tell me for some reason. I didn’t care, I had to know. “Why, Frank?”
    “To save me, alright?” He stared at me as if waiting for my reaction and when I didn’t say anything he spoke again. “Your mom sold her soul to bring me back from the dead.” He shrugged. “Now you know.”
    I took a deep breath while I tried to make sense of what he just told me.
    This shit just keeps getting better.
    “Why would she sacrifice herself like that to save you ? It doesn’t make sense.”
    Frank pressed his lips tightly together as he stared hard at the floor. I thought he looked guilty of something. “It’s complicated,” was all he said.
    “Complicated? Explain it to me.” I tensed up as my anger  mounted.
    “You really want to do this now?”
    A deep scowl settled on my face. “I need to know.”
    Frank took a deep breath before speaking. I listened, my lips tightly pursed. “Rachel—your mom—was out hunting a pack of demons who’d been causing havoc in Mercy City for a while. The demons were on a killing spree, murdering anyone who crossed their path.” I was about to ask why the demons were killing people, but Frank raised his eyebrows at me and shook his head like he knew what I was going to say. “ Don’t ask why. Some of them are just like that.” He paused for a second while he seemed to get lost in the memories. “ So Rachel tracked them down and she went on her own to kill them, no backup, which was stupid because I was always telling her about taking backup. But your mom was stubborn as hell at times, thought she could handle everything on her own.” He paused again to shake his head. “Anyway, she calls me, say’s she’s in trouble, that she’s pinned down by these demons in this old building, so I go to help her and we kill them all, or so we thought. One of them was hiding, jumped out and knifed me in the back.”
    That would explain the scar .
    “So then what happened?” I asked.
    Frank shrugged. “I died. Then I remember coming back, like waking up from sleep. Your mom didn’t tell me at first what she’d done, told me I’d been unconscious for a while, but I knew something was wrong so I didn’t quit until I got it out of her.” He shook his head again like he was still trying to fathom my mom’s behavior back then.  “She made a deal with a crossroads demon—her soul for my resurrection.”
    “That still doesn’t make sense to me,” I said. “Why would she trade her life for yours?”
    “I don’t know.” He took a glass from one of the cupboards and poured himself a whiskey.
    “Seriously? At this time of the morning?”
    Frank shrugged, said nothing.
    Great. The man’s a drunk .
    “I think you’re full of shit, Frank.” I stood up from the breakfast bar to confront him.