People screamed and began running, but the thick, dark smoke caught them one by one. They fell and disappeared underneath its cloying weight. Before long, everything was covered in the sinister gloom, blackening out the cameras. Ninety seconds elapsed before audio and visual returned. People rose from the floor, groggy and confused. The figures in capes had disappeared, as well as priceless works of art. A list of some of the missing paintings and statues followed, but Cori didn’t recognize many of them.
“Those were demons,” Ginny said.
Cori pulled her eyes from the television. “But I thought they were all sent back to Hell months ago.”
Her mate, Bartol, had been among those who’d battled to stop the invasion. There’d been a standoff in London back in December where many people had died, but they’d vanquished the demons. She’d thought they were safe from dealing with them now.
Ginny shook her head. “That’s what they wanted us to think, but there have been two other major robberies like this in the last week. Each in a different country, so I don’t think anyone has put it together yet.”
“How do you know then?” Cori asked.
She shrugged. “I’ve got cousins in Europe where it happened.”
“The girl be right,” Bambi agreed. “The demons ain’t all gone, and they surely be plannin’ somethin’ worse than ever!”