Sons of Angels. Rachel Green
over there, above the stairs. Is that it?”
Patricia followed her gaze, her eyebrows flattening as she peered into the gloom. “Perhaps. It’s getting brighter. Oh!”
The shimmer grew into the figure of a burning man with flickering orange wings held above and behind his body. He looked at the corpse at the bottom of the stairs and then around the hall, his gaze fixing on Patricia.
Patricia tried to push her daughter. “It’s a demon. Run, Felicia, and don’t look back.”
Felicia hesitated. “What will you do?”
“I’m already dead. What more can it do to me?” Patricia’s mouth hardened. “Now, hurry.” She tried to push Felicia to the door but had as much success in touching as Felicia had had with her.
Felicia looked up. The figure had reached the top of the stairs and was beginning to descend.
Her mother turned. “Run. Remember my advice on dressing for the occasion and don’t forget to moisturize.” She began to walk toward the creature. “My will is in the top left hand drawer of the bureau, and make sure that your uncle Stephen doesn’t get his hands on the bank accounts. Don’t sell the plaster statue of Dionysus, and look after my orchids.”
“Mum!”
“Go.” Patricia shooed her away and faced the fiery man. “Get out of my house. You’ve no business here.”
As Felicia opened the door, she could hear the crackle of fire as the flames took hold of polished wood.
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