Chapter 12
Ryan felt my grip stiffen, and his face fell. “She’s here?”
I winced as I turned to look behind me. There she was, Claw Hands herself, magnificent in her glowering darkness, standing right by my bedside table.
“Yes. R-right over there,” I said, pointing. My hands were shaking again. The demoness rumbled another louder growl, then cast her head around the room, still on the lookout for Melissa.
Ryan squinted in the direction I was pointing, then extended a hand and waved it around, his fingers passing straight through her. He shook his head, and my heart sank. He couldn’t hear nor see nor feel her—which meant the ability to perceive ghosts and demons wasn’t an age thing, but a me thing.
Lovely.
“All right, time to move,” I said, then stood up from the bed on trembling legs
