“You may now open your eyes.”
Kirk opened his eyes to a twilit glade with swaying tall grass. An endless orange sky spread over the rolling hills, and golden cumulus clouds scooted across the sky.
An overwhelming scent of flowers, honeysuckle, and fresh-cut grass overwhelmed him. Pollen danced on his tongue. He stumbled backward into a soft surface—the demon.
A clawed hand pushed him forward.
“I don’t have all day,” the demon said.
“You have as long as I damn well want,” Kirk said.
He took in the place. It might have been beautiful if he had been here for other reasons. But in the paranormal world, beauty was always code for death. Show him a dark, dusty space, and he’d take it every time over a world like this.
A rock path appeared under his feet. The grass parted as new stones fla
