"Arthur, Keri - Damask Circle 03 - Circle of Desire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Arthur Keri)

she had no choice, simply because right now the Damask
CircleТs resources were stretched to the limits and there
was no one else free to make the trip to Oregon.
She gripped the stake tighter and watched the smoke

draw together. Find shape. Somehow become a scantily
clad, extremely beautiful woman.
Evil came in all shapes and sizes, but for some reason
Kat hadnТt expected it to find the form of such Oriental
perfection. And maybe it was just her own maternal
instincts coming to the fore, but she just couldnТt
understand how any woman could harm a child so young.
But this was the thing snatching the kids. It had the
same sense of deeply entrenched corruption that sheТd felt
in the other bedrooms.
The woman stepped toward the child. Kat tensed but
fought the urge to move, sensing the show wasnТt over yet.
Her fingers ached with the force of her grip on the stake.
She had no idea whether it would actually kill the soul
sucker or not, but at the very least it would do some serious
damage and give her time to yell for reinforcements.
A cold smile touched the womanТs bloodless lips, then
she turned and tried to open the window. It didnТt budge,
held steady by the nails placed there earlier. The woman
stepped back, and energy surged, crawling like fire across
KatТs skin. The nails slithered from the wood and dropped
softly to the floor. The woman lifted the window and leaned
out.
A gaunt, dark-haired figure appeared, and the
sensation of evil increased tenfold. The vampireТs dead gaze
scanned the room, stopping when it reached the shadows
in which Kat stood. Though she was certain he couldnТt
see past her grandmotherТs wards, he really didnТt need
to. Not with the frantic pace of her heart.
He snarled softly, revealing stained canines. The soul
sucker spun, and the malevolence in her dark eyes
overwhelmed any lingering impression of beauty. With an
inhuman growl, she leapt for the sleeping child. Kat raised
her hand, thrusting a lance of kinetic energy at the soul
sucker, flinging her away from the bed. The woman hit
the wall with enough force to dent the plaster and shatter
the nearby window. As glass fell to the floor, the child
woke, her shriek almost ear-piercing. Hurried footsteps
began to echo down the hallway, but it was doubtful the
cops would even get here fast enough to see this thing, let
alone catch it.
As the childТs screams continued, the womanТs gaze

met KatТs. In the dark depths of the creatures eyes she
saw the promise of retribution. A chill chased through her