Heart of the Hunter. Vivi Anna

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      For Jake Conroy and Gianna Morgan, killing demons came easier than making their relationship work. Even their incredible sex life hadn’t been enough to keep them together. But when they’re unexpectedly teamed up to hunt a demon, they discover their passion may not be gone after all….

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter One

      The biting wind blew across Jake Conroy’s back as he sat waiting on the wooden bench. He pulled up the collar on his leather jacket but it wasn’t doing much good. It was damn cold in Calgary in November. He should’ve been more prepared for the hunt than wearing only his thin leather jacket, leather gloves and boots. Thankfully he was wearing wool socks, so at least his feet weren’t freezing.

      He turned as his Canadian contact, Ryan, sat down beside him, handing him a tall, steaming cup. “Here. Timmies. It’ll warm you up.”

      Jake took the offered drink. “What’s Timmies?”

      “Best coffee ever.”

      Jake took a grateful sip and sighed. It was good. He didn’t know if it was the best coffee he’d ever tasted, but on this chilly night, it very well might’ve been. At least it was piping hot. It burned his tongue, but he didn’t care as long as it warmed up his insides.

      “Any movement?” Ryan asked.

      Jake shook his head, not taking his eyes off the third-floor window of the building across the street. The light was still on and there hadn’t been any change. As far as he could tell the demon son-of-a-bitch was still inside the building.

      He’d been sitting on the bench on Stephen Avenue for three hours now, waiting for the demon to make a move. According to his contact, the demon had morphed into the body of one Brian Rose, an accountant, who worked until six, then walked down the block to the pub to have a few drinks and scout out his next victim. Jake had been in the pub and checked it out for exits just in case.

      Jake glanced at his watch. It was now six thirty. “You said this guy leaves at six.”

      Ryan shrugged. “Maybe he’s working late.”

      “Trust me, the demon is not working in there. Do you really think he’s going to assimilate this accountant’s life so he can do taxes all freaking day?”

      “What’s he doing then?”

      “Planning his next move.”

      Jake had made the long trip from San Francisco up to Calgary to hunt this demon. He wanted to say he was doing it for the morality of it, but the fact was he was being paid. Demon hunting wasn’t a lucrative vocation, so once in a while he had to take paying jobs. Sometimes he did bodyguard work, other times he located missing people, but this time he’d been hired by a wealthy family member of one of the demon’s last victims to track it down and kill it. The assignment was right up his alley.

      “Do you think he made us?” Ryan asked.

      Jake stood and adjusted the harness around his shoulder. He had a 9 mm Beretta holstered there, as well as two silver daggers blessed by a priest with holy water and salt. “Is there a back entrance to the building?”

      Ryan shrugged. “There’s an alley.”

      “Damn it.” Not waiting for Ryan, Jack jogged down the avenue to the corner, turned it and followed the street until he hit the mouth of the alley.

      He peered down the dark lane and saw a shadowy shape walking swiftly away from him. Ryan came up behind Jake. “Is that him?”

      “Don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

      Jake started at a slow jog, but as soon as he was halfway down the alleyway, the shadowed shape began to run. He guessed he had his answer.

      He chased the spectre down the lane. The demon was fast, faster than a normal human. But Jake was in great shape and had trained for years for this type of activity. He was able to stay up to speed. He’d never outrun the demon, but he could at least see where it was running to.

      The demon in the accountant suit, rounded the corner to the left and dashed down the sidewalk. As Jake came around, he nearly ran into an old woman with a walker. She yelled at him but he didn’t have time to stop and make sure she was okay. By the ire in her cracked voice, he didn’t think she was in any immediate danger or pain.

      He watched as the demon dashed across the street, jumping over the cars and on top of them. There were honks and tires screeching, but no accidents. Jake had to wait a bit before he could follow. After the last car raced away, he ran across the road and picked up the demon’s trail.

      It wasn’t hard to find, since the demon was swinging from the white metal decorative structures that lined either side of the trendy shopping district. Like Spiderman, the demon swung from one to the other, but there was no webbing holding him up, just sheer supernatural strength.

      Incredulously, Jake ran after him, careful of running into anyone. A bum sitting on one of the benches watched as the demon swung over top of him.

      As Jake sprinted by, he yelled, “Are you guys making a movie?”

      “We sure are,” Jake responded, hoping to keep this strangeness out of morning papers. He also didn’t need the police around either. They’d just want to arrest the man, when Jake needed to kill him. They’d probably arrest Jake as well. There were laws against carrying concealed weapons in Canada.

      The demon was nearing a glassed-in walkway that spanned the shopping lane. Instead of dropping to the ground and going under, it jumped onto it, breaking glass panes as he went, and landed on the other side at full throttle.

      Jake’s boot crunched the glass fragments as he ran under the pedestrian bridge. The police would definitely be alerted now. The damage wasn’t immense but it was enough to draw attention. He had to end this quickly.

      He had to get the demon off the streets.

      Reaching under his jacket, he withdrew a weapon. It was a small crossbow he had modified especially for this type of work. It was already cocked and loaded with a silver-tipped arrow blessed with holy water. It might not kill the demon, but it would slow him down enough that Jake could drag him off the public street and deal with him in private.

      The demon rounded the corner before Jake could get an arrow off. Running with his weapon at his side, Jake sprinted after it. It ducked down another alley. This was perfect for Jake, except now it was dark and he couldn’t see much. He only had four arrows with him, so making a bad shot and losing an СКАЧАТЬ