Fine. We’ll grab a taxi. The Mandarin isn’t that far. It’s a long shot this time of the year, but they might have a room or two available. If not, there’s always the bathroom at Starbucks. He turned around and started stalking toward the entrance.
One hand clutched his throat. Josh moved closer, backing Ellie against the wall. You bitch.Grant looked down at Donnie. His face was a bloody pulp. His eyes were closed, his breathing ragged and wet. How many times had Grant hit him? The thug probably wasn’t getting up anytime soon, which was good because Grant didn’t have time to restrain him.
He levered his body up and off Donnie. Racing for the house, Grant followed the barking through the thick black smoke. He dropped to the floor and belly-crawled under the worst of it. Hannah was in front of him, on her knees, trying to drag Nan toward the back door. Unwilling to leave without her humans, AnnaBelle barked beside them.Go. I got her. Grant pointed toward the exit in case his sister couldn’t hear him over the roar of the fire.Hannah lunged for the dog, grabbed her collar, and stumbled toward the exit. Grant picked up Nan and followed them out.
They lurched for the next yard. Sirens wailed in the street. Red lights swirled and flashed.McNamara ran toward them between the houses.
Grant laid Nan down on the grass. Her bloodshot eyes opened, and she coughed. Relieved that she was awake, Grant stood. A paramedic dropped to his knees beside her, an oxygen mask already in his hand. Grant backed away and almost tripped over Donnie’s still form. He glanced down. The killer’s face was hamburger.
A soot-streaked Hannah was helping Carson out of the van. Sobbing, the boy ran to Grant, who picked him up, turning his face away from the beaten man on the ground. Oh God. Had Carson seen Grant beat Donnie?There is a perfect balance to everyone who can be topside. You have an exact amount of purities and impurities, he says, putting a lead ball on each plate.
The scale stays perfectly balanced as he moves his hand back.Like you told Lucifer you guys were, I say, frowning. He seemed surprised by that.
Because he senses our impure imbalance, yet we have our souls intact and it defies the laws of balance, he tells me, though it doesn’t make a lick of sense. Plenty of our kind is balanced, otherwise, we couldn’t be topside. The most powerful of the balanced ones usually become royal escorts.He puts an extra ball on one side, tipping the scale.