Demon's Vengeance The Complete - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,101
anything too sketchy to come out of her mouth. There wasn’t enough energy left in me to erase any more memories tonight.
In the next couple of minutes, close to thirty cops poured through the various doors spread around the building. Some quickly ran over to us while others conducted a search of the old building. They weren’t going to find the goblins. They were long gone now. Years of surviving in the shadows had taught them how to effectively elude the law.
Of course, they’d had their own troubles with the Towers, but then so did everyone. Many of the warlocks and witches didn’t care for their ability to travel via shadow across vast distances. According to the history I studied while I was an apprentice in the Towers, a large number of goblins were tortured by being kept in a constantly sunny room. Death by dehydration and sunburn was not an enjoyable way to go.
Serah, Bronx, and I were questioned by Detective Curtis about the incident. I’ll admit that I managed a small mind-reading spell just so I knew what Serah and Bronx told him. My story needed to be pretty damn similar. I used the same spell on Eddie when he wandered over, looking a bit uneasy when he stared down at me. The prick didn’t remember my using magic on him, but he also didn’t remember my getting grabbed by a goblin. He was also feeling unclear about how he got knocked out in the first place. It certainly didn’t recommend him to his superiors, when he was supposed to be protecting Serah. Regardless, my secret was safe from this asshole.
Unfortunately, that didn’t help me when it came to the goblins. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The leaders of the local goblin clan knew that I could use magic. Sure, an ogre from the local mafia might have mentioned it, but it didn’t mean that they had to believe him. All doubt had been wiped away when I starting tossing around spells like party favors.
While I didn’t think that they were going to link me with the Ivory Towers, I was worried that they might try to leverage that valuable information, much like a dark elf that was now dead. And what was my answer to this new problem? To kill them? To kill all the goblins that that been present? Or to kill all the goblins in Low Town?
God, this was really starting to feel like an unending cycle of death, spiraling down the toilet that was becoming my life. I tried to help the people that I cared for, I tried to save a few lives, and what did it get me? More trouble. More death. If anything, today had proven to me that it would have just been better if I hadn’t bothered to get out of bed.
And to add to my fun, I was now being forced to go to the hospital so I could get stitched up. I’d rather the goblins come back and rough me up some more than go to the hospital, where I could wait under the glare of blinding white lights in a too-cold room.
There had been no hiding my bloody arm when the paramedics arrived. Gritting my teeth, I let them help me to my feet while shooting a glare over at Serah. They hadn’t discovered my broken ribs and they weren’t going to. It was one thing to get a few stitches and maybe a nice painkiller. I wasn’t going to wait through a bunch of X-rays that my shitty HMO wasn’t going to pay for in the first place.
At the same time, Bronx was carefully helped into another ambulance. After making a loud fuss, I got them to promise that Bronx and I would be taken to the same hospital. I’d gotten Bronx into this mess and I was going to keep an eye on him, even if I was forced to do it from a hospital bed. One look from Serah made it clear that she thought I was being a big baby. I didn’t care. I was broken, bleeding, exhausted, and no closer to finding the killer.
Damn. I needed a drink.
CHAPTER 2
In my first trip ever to the emergency department of a hospital, I discovered that blood makes a difference in how quickly you are taken to see an actual doctor. Apparently, moaning and whining about the pain will get you triaged and sent back to the waiting room until a doctor is available. Dripping or