Page 238 of Mayhem and Minnie

Within moments, the demon is back to its previous size, shrinking an inch every second.

When he’s about four feet tall, Minnie stops in front of it. She aims both swords toward his chest, angling them at an angle so the blades meet at his core.

She pushes both swords inside the demon at the same time.

Blue shimmery particles—Minnie’s energy—soon overtake the black mist surrounding the demon. The blue swallows up the black until the body of the demon disappears.

But I don’t think it’s over.

From within that mist, something else comes out. It’s barely visible to the naked eye. It’s almost a translucent light that swirls around in the air. In fact, as I squint to get a better look at it, I notice there’s more than one such lights. They move around in the air, as if seeking something.

The skin on the bottom of my palm vibrates. It’s an unusual hum, one that’s both painful and exciting at the same time.

I grab my wrist to stop myself from shaking, but it doesn’t seem to work.

What the…

The lights from before rush toward me.

Eyes wide, I step back and cross my arms over my face in a defensive stance.

There’s no attack.

Nothing.

I look around, not seeing the lights anymore. My palm has stopped itching, too.

I frown.

Minnie is breathing hard as she retracts her ice blades. She slowly turns to me.

Her eyes are no longer black but a translucent blue shade.

She walks toward me.

The armor is still on her body, and up close, I note that it’s pure ice.

The armor is her—her power. And it molds so fucking well to her body, there’s almost nothing left to the imagination.

Damn, that’s hot.

All I want to do is grab her by the waist and pull her in for a kiss—even though that fucking ice might freeze me to death. But who cares at this point?

I might hate the cold, but I like Minnie more.

“Marlowe?” My mother’s voice filters through my primitive brain.

Both Minnie and I look around and realize my mother still hasn’t left. She’s on the other side of the street, with Giles barely holding on to her.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“Don’t worry about it,” Minnie says as she touches my arm lightly.

Yep, I was right. Fucking cold. But she’s also fucking hot, so I think they cancel each other out?

Her eyes flash a deep blue and in a matter of seconds, everyone still around collapses.

“They will not remember anything when they wake up,” she mentions. Turning her attention to one of the cars in the driveway, she uses her powers to move it at full speed toward what’s left of the house. Once close to the debris, she sends a couple of long, icy spikes toward the car reservoir.

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