The reaper—Santo now, he reminded himself, while he remained in this world, his name was Santo Castillo—raced to the vehicle he’d taken from the human’s garage with a feeling of panic as alien as it was unwanted. From inside the bar came sounds of chaos and carnage that assaulted his new senses. He tried to reconcile the riotous impressions into some kind of order. But he couldn’t. What had just happened in there?
One of the creatures who’d spilled through the back door chased him out to the street but stopped short of crossing.
He looked over his shoulder as he ran with Roxanne’s soft, defenseless body clutched tight to his chest and caught a flash of burning white eyes and long, curved canines.
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