“Kay!” I called, but she didn’t flinch. The bath towel was wrapped around her naked body, and her eyes were closed and her head lolled to the side.
Dead?
My chest constricted in terror, but then her chest moved, still breathing as if she had been placed in some kind of dreamless sleep, and I relaxed. But only a little. She was still in danger.
As I started toward her, another body rose out of the ground and hung suspended next to Kay.
Blond side-swept hair. Model-like features. Oversized jacket and the tattered backpack hanging off his arm.
My heart plummeted.
The demon had Cole, too.