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realized who it was: Frank Donovan, the human who ran Frank’s tires. What the hell was he doing here?
“Frank?” Natalie asked nervously. She took a step forward, putting herself in the front of the group, and the man swung one of his guns wide until it settled on her head. Leslie screamed, and he moved his second gun to settle on her at chest level.
He grinned, and Thomas saw that his teeth were yellowed with flecks of brown on the surface. ”Yeah, it’s old Frank. Finally remembered me, eh? Finally remembered I exist?” The muscles in his arms were twitching, and Thomas didn’t like what that meant for his trigger finger.
“What do you mean?” Thomas asked loudly, hoping to split the man’s attention. What the hell are you doing? asked a voice in his head, and he wasn’t sure if it was meant for him or the man with the guns.
“You know what I mean, freak,” Frank growled, his eyes dark with hatred. “I know what you’ve been doing. Think you can drive us out of town? Out of this state?” his hands tightened on the handles as he screeched at them, spit flying out of his mouth. “Guess again. You can’t keep the humans drugged up with memory serums forever, and I got an antidote. Know what that means? I figured it out, freaks; old Frank figured it out!”
“Figured what out?” Susanna asked then, and she didn’t even flinch when he moved one of his guns to her. Her face hardened, but she didn’t move.
“That you guys are demons, senorita,” he sneered. “Seen you with my own eyes, sprouting fur and claws as sharp as the day is long. Tried to tell the others, but they didn’t believe me. It’s those damn drugs you use to keep us docile. They wanted to see you for themselves, and since they’re not enlightened, like me…” he laughed, and the sound was crazed. “They didn’t see you. But I see you.” His smile slipped as he gazed at Susanna, and Thomas wanted to leap in front of her and shield her from everything—even his steely gaze.
“So you were trying to kill us from the start?” Susanna’s voice didn’t portray any fear, while Thomas was struggling to keep his pulse under control. How can I get us out of this?
“Not from the start,” Frank admitted. “At first, when I didn’t know for sure you were demons, I just wanted you gone. Then I saw you change, when I was hiding down in the community center…I guess you guys do have blind spots.”
Thomas looked at him then. “Blind spots?”
Frank beamed, looking genuinely proud of himself. “You all are nose blind, just like any other human. Can’t smell your own shit. So I took advantage of that.” He paused, and his smile faltered. “Not literally. But I dressed in some of your clothes, and used the rest to make quilts and blanket so you wouldn’t see me coming. You could pick up a little of my scent, but not enough to pin me. Once I figured out you couldn’t see humans clearly in visions, I was all set.”
A frisson of terror moved through Thomas’ body, and he didn’t have to think of more questions to keep the man occupied—they just came pouring out of him.
“How did you know about the visions?”
Frank smiled nastily. “You think you’re the only people who know how to spy? I’ve been a lot closer than you think, Loverboy.” He winked, and a wave of revulsion moved through him. He must have seen us the other day.
“Why are you doing this?” Thomas demanded. “Why are you messing with us? We were going to fix your shop for you, and then move on with our lives. We had nothing to do with its destruction, you have to know that.”
“If you hadn’t been here, none of this would have happened!”
Thomas sucked air into his lungs sharply as Frank swung both of his guns toward him until they both pointed at his chest. His heart stopped, and he heard screams, but they seemed soft and distant.
Frank’s mouth set into a thin line, and he narrowed his eyes.
“No,” Thomas said frantically. He saw
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