The Angel of Death (The Soul Summoner Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

more heavy metal door that opened to a long hallway. Nathan escorted me by four locked rooms that reeked of evil before stopping in front of an empty cell. “What is this?” I asked.
    He nodded toward the door. “Look through the window.”
    Curious, I peeked inside.
    The stale white room was flooded with blinding light from the overhead halogens. There was a steel frame bed shoved against the wall, a metal toilet, and a matching small sink. “I don’t get it,” I said, looking back at him.
    He looked in, then took a step back. “Under the bed.”
    I leaned toward the glass again. This time I saw long strands of red hair laying across the concrete floor, and the edge of a corpse peeked out from the shadows. I gasped. “Why is there a body in there?”
    “Keep watching.” He knocked his knuckles against the metal.
    A hand shot out from under the bed in our direction. I jumped back. “What the hell?”
    He put his hand on my shoulder and ushered me forward again. Covering my mouth with my hands, I watched an emaciated woman, paler than anyone I’d ever seen, drag herself out from under the bed. I scrambled to get away, but Nathan held me still.
    He put his lips to my ear. “She can’t get to you.”
    “She’s not a she, Nathan.” I gripped his sleeve as I looked at him. “She’s not human.”
    He looked only mildly surprised. “They found her wandering around the Vance Memorial completely naked. She doesn’t speak English, but she kept saying one thing very clearly.”
    “What was that?”
    “Sloan Jordan.”
    My mouth fell open. “What?”
    Then her soulless eyes settled on me. They were the color of flawless sapphires. “ Id vos, Sloan! ” The woman banged her fists against the glass, her nails caked with dirt, or blood, I wasn’t sure which. I’d put my money on blood given the heavy white bandages on her forearms. “ Id vos! Id vos! Utavi! Ename utavi. ”
    Had I not already been mid-panic attack, she would have triggered one. I stumbled back into Nathan.  
    “ Nankaj morteirakka! ” she screamed.
    My heart was pounding. The air was as thick as soup. “Nathan, I can’t stay in here.”
    He put his hand on the back of my neck. “Did you take your Xanax?”
    I shook my head. “No. I forgot it,” I lied.
    The woman threw her body against the door. “ Ketka, Sloan! Ename utavi! ”
    Nathan took hold of my arm, just as my legs wobbled. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” He hooked an arm around my waist.
    She was still wailing in her cell. “Sloan! Sloan!”
    My heart was pounding so loud I could swear it was echoing off of the walls. I feared my head might pop right off my shoulders. Nathan was carrying me more than I was actually walking. “Hold on,” he said, pushing a door open.
    When we got to the front of the building, we reached a door that could only be opened by Master Control. Nathan pressed the button and held it down. When no one answered, he groaned and pushed it again. Finally, Ms. Claybrooks came over the speaker. “Seriously!” she shouted. “They’s only one of me up here, ya know!”
    I bent at the waist and rested my hands on my knees for support as the floor spun in and out of focus.  
    “Ms. Claybrooks, it’s Detective McNamara. I need you to open the door immediately.” He was trying to sound calm but not doing a convincing job of it.
    “Hold your horses! I’m just one woman,” she said.
    Finally, the door slid open, and I sprinted through it. I was panting when Nathan caught up with me at the front door. “Happy Thanksgivin’, y’all,” Ms. Claybrooks called as I bolted outside into the crisp, cold mountain air.
    I sucked in an icy breath and blew it out toward the sky. “Oh my god.”
    He gripped the sides of my waist, and angled his head to look me in the eye. “Geez, Sloan. You about gave me a heart attack. Breathe.”
    I took a few deep breaths. “Please get me out of here.”
    He clicked the unlock button on his SUV. “Come on. I’ll