Book 1, Chapter 47

Ean rushed into the living room and looked around hurriedly. From the kitchen he could hear the thunk thunk thump of the fridge rattling.

On the floor was a crowbar – Big had dropped it the previous night when he’d fled the demon.

“I’m not fleeing,” Ean yelled at me.

“That’s good,” JD shouted from the kitchen. “Just hurry!”

Ean grabbed the crowbar. He hefted it, slapped it against his palm, and then darted over to the front door. A second later he was applying the crowbar to the loose board he’d tried to skip over during the tour he’d given you.

“Alright,” he snarled at me, “so it turns out the squeaky board was important. Stop gloating.” He pried the board up; it splintered free of the floor with a crack.

“I said hurry,” JD shouted from the other room.

Ean spun. “Don’t rush me – unless you want to fight with a crowbar! Or would you prefer this board with a nail through it?!”

Before JD could answer, though, a polite knocking rapped at the front door.

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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