Resistance (Dark Realm Series) Read Online Free

claw marks had been.
"What the—"
    Could it have been the crystal? That
seemed to be the only explanation I could come up with for the spontaneous
healing. Cam and I had both been touched by the glowing crystal. The rock in my
left hand was now all blue-grey and cold. My gun arm fell to my side.
    "What is going on, Amy?"
Driscoll demanded. "Are you a ghoul, too?"
    "Of course not you nutter." I
rolled my eyes. "We're all human."
    "Well, whatever you are, come the
hell on." Driscoll gave a large huff and turned on his heel.
    "Cam is coming with us," I
said.
    The young man's eyebrows arched in
surprise and then I realized I'd used his name when he hadn't spoken it.
    "Oh all right." Driscoll
motioned us to follow. "But hurry. If we don't make this meeting, the
general will have my hide. Of course you both will certainly be executed either
way."
    "That gives us a lot of incentive to
accompany you." I laughed, my eyes meeting Cam's. He smirked in response.
    Retrieving my coat, I put it on and then
pocketed the crystal. I followed Driscoll down the alley with Cam at my heels.
About ten meters down the alley we arrived at Fenwick's back door. Driscoll
attempted to enter and found it locked. He pounded three times and then paused.
No one answered.
    "He probably left, thinking we
weren't coming," Driscoll groused.
    "Oh, let me," I muttered taking
a skeleton key from my pocket. After inserting the key into the lock, I twisted
it and the lock gave way easily.
    Tossing a grim smile over my shoulder, I
turned the knob and the door swung open. The backroom was crammed with
Fenwick's typical shop inventory—junk. Skirting by a chest piled high
with old newspapers, before inching by a collection of salt and pepper shakers
perched atop a column of boxes, I weaved my way through the room, followed by
Cam with Driscoll bringing up the rear.
    At the doorway that allowed passage from
the back to the front of the shop, I swept aside the drape barrier and went in.
No sign of Fenwick. The shop seemed undisturbed, but a fire burned in the
hearth. A teacup with wisps of steam rising from its contents sat on the
counter.
    "He's gone." Driscoll pursed
his lips and shot an angry glare in my direction.
    "So it seems," I said, scanning
the room.
    "The general will be furious."
Absently, Driscoll picked up a book from a stack on a table in the corner.
    "Uhummm." I crept closer to the
counter.
    "I'm not taking the fall for
this," Driscoll said.
    Cam's brows rose as I edged by him.
    "What—" Cam began.
    I put my finger to my lips and he
quieted. With a sudden leap I came around the counter to peer behind it. I'm
not sure what I expected to see, but in fact I saw nothing, except the nothing seemed to shimmer with an odd veneer as if there really was something there
hidden within the nothing.
    So stepping forward I reached into the
shimmering "nothing" and when my hand met fabric-covered flesh I
grasped a hold of it and pulled. A high-pitched squeal echoed in the room and
out of the nothing, the short, stocky Fenwick emerged dangling from the
waistcoat I was grasping. His eyes scrunched shut hiding what I knew would be
eyes with pink irises that turned red with ire. The demon's sharp nose and
pointed chin were in profile as he twisted away from me. As usual he wore the
white face make-up he'd previously told me was a remnant of his early life
training as a mime. I wasn't sure about the truth of that, but I really didn't
care much, either.
    "Fenwick, you little shite," I
said, shaking the three foot tall demon before I set him on the counter.
"Open your eyes."
    At my words, his eyes snapped open
revealing a pink frightened gaze. "Corporal Amy," he said with a
laugh that rang with tinny falsity. "I'm so happy to see you."
    "Right," I scoffed. "Then
why were you hiding from us?"
    "Oh, not from you, my friends,"
he assured me. "I was hiding from...I was hiding because...I wasn't sure
who was coming into my shop at this time of night."
    "But you were expecting us,"