ChaPter 2 - Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr

Carnival of souls
that they were crazy fast, but seeing it was still shocking.
The doglike one had her wrist in his jaws now, holding
her in place. The other one had sunk to his knees. He was
motionless on the asphalt, but he still stared at them.
“You ought to help him,” she said to the daimon in doglike
shape. She wasn’t sure he understood her, but she knew she
wasn’t going to fight her way out of this. Maybe logic could
buy her time for . . . something.
She swiped at the blood on her face, and when she
pulled her hand away, her fingers tingled. As she glanced at
them, weird claws seemed to extend from her fingertips. It’s
contagious? Her gaze darted to the daimon in front of her. The
claws growing on her hand were the same as his.
She swiped her claws at the head of the daimon restraining
her, and he released her with a yelp.
Mallory held up her claw-tipped hand like a weapon and
darted away.
The daimon that was crouched in front of her grabbed at
her, but this time she moved almost quickly enough to avoid
him. She felt the edges of his claws graze her arm.
None of this made sense. Adam had never said that their
blood would change her. The horror of seeing the change to
her hands mixed with the pain in her arm, and she stumbled
backward.
The bleeding daimon caught her again, but she tore away
from him and ran toward the gun.
She only made it a few steps before the daimon on all fours
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