Someone to Blame

Aaron’s throat burned and his neck still felt like it was hanging open, even though he was pretty sure the skin had reconnected. It would take a long time before the memory of the pain dissipated, though. Over the years, he’d sustained injuries from Vampires a few times, but this was one for the books. He’d been coming around the corner in the office, headed for the sound of Cassidy’s voice, when Bonnie had come out of nowhere. Before he could even react, she’d ripped into his neck and hurled him through the door. There was no question at this point, whatever had come through that portal, it was going to be hell sending them back to Hell.

The basement was dank and smelled like mildew. Most of the lights were off, save a few blinking bare bulbs on chains, but that didn’t matter since he had X-ray vision. It cut through most everything. Elliott, who strode cautiously beside him, his Glock at the ready, didn’t have that luxury, but with