Page 68 of Grave Revelations (Prophecies of Angels and Demons #3)

Chapter 67

Simon

Simon slammed the laptop closed and reached for his phone. He pressed Allie’s name, mashing it down until it rang. She was in trouble. That monster was attacking her.

He couldn't see her, but he had heard enough. She had told him to stop, and clearly, he hadn’t. “Don’t do that,” she’d said, yet moments later, the feed darkened along the hallways leading to her bedroom, and the room camera went black.

Although the audio worked downstairs, her room’s audio was still silent. Simon had stared in horror at a black screen for several moments, imagining the worst, envisioning the demon pinning her down and ravishing her while she screamed for anyone to help.

Simon pressed her name again, listening as the phone went to voicemail.

“Rebecca. Rebecca, don’t worry. I’m coming, and I will end that piece of shit.”

He pressed the call button beside his bed and balled his hands into fists while waiting for someone to come.

His nurse bustled into the room. “How can I help you, Mr. Carey?”

“I need to get out of here. I need a cab to the airport. ”

She wrinkled her nose, glancing down the bed to his numb appendages. “I don’t think so, not tonight. Why don’t I help you find something to watch? Or I could bring you a book?”

Simon knocked his laptop to the floor and slammed his fist on the bed. “You’re not listening!” he bellowed.

“Don’t take that tone with me, sir. Tell me the problem, and we’ll come up with a solution.” She bent, picked up his laptop, and set it on the table beside him.

“Someone has been injured—a very dear friend. I need to help her. I need to go now .”

“Okay, calm down,” the nurse said. “Let’s call the police. They would get there much faster than we would. What’s your friend’s name? Where is she right now?”

Simon ground his teeth, fisting his hand in the sheets. “You know what, never mind. If you pass me my laptop, I’ll take care of it.”

His nurse glanced at his laptop and back to him. “I can’t let you leave, Mr. Carey. The doctor has you slated for surgery in four hours. Don’t you want to walk again?”

Her face went blank, and then his nurse slumped forward, falling against his bed before she slid to the floor. Behind her, a woman with an odd pallor to her skin stood, smiling.

“I think I can help you.”