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“Get to it then. No time to waste.”
Faith felt herself panicking. What were they going to do to her? A man came and lifted her up from beneath her armpits, and she began shaking like a fish. Two more men grabbed her legs and waist, forcing her to the side of where John Savage had been standing.
There were two square shaped containers, each filled with a thick gray liquid that Faith did not recognize. The men placed feet in each separate container, holding her by the ankles so she wouldn’t fidget.
When it clicked into her brain what they were doing, she began gyrating, attempting to flee, or even leap over the boat into the water. Five men held her down as she bellowed beneath her binding. Savage approached her and ripped it off her mouth, peering angrily into her face.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” He spat into her eye.
Faith was not giving in.
“What have you done with Kurse? Where have you taken him?”
Savage frowned, then stepped back.
“Through all of this, being kidnapped, having your feet stuck into wet concrete and watching imminent death approach, you are worried about that demon?”
Faith began to cry. She could not help it. She continued flexing her muscles and moving her feet so the concrete wouldn’t set. Her heart was aching, and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Savage wiped a tear away from his eye from laughing.
“It looks like your demon turned out to be like any other man in your life—disappointing and absent.”
Savage rollicked at his own joke as he wandered back to observing the waves. Faith’s body was exhausted, but she continued shaking, attempting to pull herself away from what was approaching.
She wished Kurse had not left her.
21
KURSE
As fast as Kurse could move, he followed his beloved. He ran after the van they had thrown her into by leaping across buildings. He didn’t care anymore about the damage he caused around the city, as long as he could reach her.
She was all that mattered, and he had led her into danger.
He lost her slightly when they took a smaller boat to a much larger boat. Kurse, and most demons in general, aren’t able to swim. They can easily walk through the river Styx, but the oceans of the earth all present their own problems.
Kurse was starting to panic. He wandered around the warehouse, thinking he could use a makeshift rowboat to get to her. But he watched as the yacht she got on started moving further and further beyond his eye line.
He would never catch up in time.
Kurse moved frantically around the area. There were no other boats in sight near the warehouse, but soon, he got to the public area where there was an assortment of boats. But how was he going to drive them?
He stomped his feet through the docks, doing his best not to accidentally step into the water. His eyes were scanning the water when someone familiar ran into his leg.
“Jesus Christ, Kurse!”
Kurse looked down. It was Linda. And she was looking magnificent in a black one-piece with a thin pink coverall on her shoulders. Kurse couldn’t help but to smile.
“Sorry, Linda. What are you doing here?”
Kurse watched as Linda took a step back to face him. “We’ve got our yacht docked here if you really have to know.”
Kurse’s eyes lit up like streetlights. That’s it! He would use their yacht to get out to Faith!
Kurse bent over and placed his hand on Linda's shoulder. She looked at it with disgust as he spoke.
“Linda, I’m going to need your giant boat. Faith is in danger.”
