Chapter 48: Where it hurts most
Sol blinked in disbelief at first. Was it really him? They had been practicing for barely twenty minutes in the woods before being interrupted. Of all the people Sol had expected to see there, Sheriff Bonner was not it. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? Sol was sure the man had been pronounced dead when he had been away in the ambulance just a few days before. How was he alive? The more Sol analyzed what was standing in front of him, the more he realized he wasn't.
"He's a full demon now," Sol spat out. "I guess we gotta go for the head next time."
"Watch yourself, brat," Sheriff Bonner responded coolly. "I'm not so easy for you to play with this time around."
"Yeah, because you don't have a soul anymore, idiot," Sol said flexing his mental muscles. He might not be able to stop his heart – or whatever that thing was inside his chest – but he could certainly trap him or tear him to pieces a hundred other ways.