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demon child from behind and roll its roofing-tar essence up and out.  Kirby caught the second offering, flapping out of earth’s dimension. Two down.
     
    Granger snatched my burden from my arms and I all but flew back in to help my pal.
     
    The last kid was pinned under a huge front paw, thrashing and twisting hard enough that the tiny human body was in danger of snapping its own spine.  I moved across the room and squeezed the putrescent essence from the little girl, throwing the black snot ball to my shadowy God Hawk friend.
     
    The last Granger twin safely in her father’s arms, Awasos and I turned back to the room.  It still reeked of evil and despair, not to mention piss, shit, and vomit.  The missing back wall was still missing, and the swirling blackness promised pain and misery.  Houston, we have a problem.
     
    Poor Father Prescott was still lying broken and dead on the floor.  There was no way I could leave him there.  Grabbing his ankle, I pulled him toward the door.  Then he sat up.  I decided to let the hell go of him.  The shattered bones in his broken neck grated as his head bobbed upright and his sightless eyes fastened on me.
     
    “ Christian—you grow more like us by the hour,” his mouth said.
     
    I freaked out a little bit.  I’ll admit it.  Hell, that was some damn creepy shit!  I could say that I made a tactical evasion, but if you had seen it, you would likely say I jumped backward and landed on my ass.  The God Tear necklace went from body temperature to burning hot in a split second.  Acting on instinct, I grabbed the necklace with my left hand and pushed a blast of aura out with my right.  The Hellbourne riding the good Father’s body scrabbled toward me on the floor, but the corpse shot straight back from the force of my blast and right through the space where the wall was supposed to be.   It just fell into the swirling black, spinning smaller and smaller while the Hellbourne laughed, till it was gone.
     

Chapter 5
     
    The men were still on the stairwell, as was Stacia and the young were, Malcolm.  The mothers had taken the girls to clean them up.
     
    “Okay, near as I can tell, you’ve got some kind of gateway to Hell in there,” I said to Granger.
     
    “Can you close it?” he asked.
     
    “I don’t know the first thing about it.  My gut instinct is that the book the girls found played a role in the whole ripping a portal to another dimension thing.  I want to collect that and then regroup, probably tomorrow. And Ned…I wouldn’t recommend that anyone stay in the house tonight.”
     
    He looked at me seriously from under heavy brows but finally nodded.  “What do you need?”
     
    “I need some silk, about a foot square or so, and something heavy duty like a fireproof box or safe.”
     
    “There’s a firesafe in the office,” Jep rumbled.  He turned and left immediately.
     
    “I know my wife has silk, but I don’t know where it is,” Ned said.
     
    “That’s okay, I got the silk,” Stacia said, immediately unbuttoning her white blouse.  Under it, she wore a white cami that I realized was probably made of silk.  She pulled the bottom of the cami free and then held up her right index finger.  The long, manicured nail shifted under her focused stare, lengthening and becoming a wicked claw, which easily sliced through the white cami, starting just above her abdomen.  She cut as far as she could reach, then looked at me for help.  Forming a mono-edge on my own finger, I completed the cut around behind her and back to her front, ending up with a tube of silk material that would be sufficient to cover the book.  Stacia sighed as she handed it to me, left standing in her short-shorts and what was now essentially a white silk tube top.  Ned was staring at her in amazement, but I wasn’t sure if it was just because of her six-pack abs or the clawed finger she was willing back to normal.
     
    “How long have you been a wolf?” he asked