Trish Jenner Jeepers Creepers Novels & Stories

she said. “Motherfucker,” Trip hissed. A loud pop went off and Junker fell face forward to the asphalt. Weasel had his arm around Jenna’s shoulder, pulling her away from the other Reapers. “Who else, Jenna?” Jake asked her. Ripper stepped forward and started pointing. Four more pops could be heard, but Weasel was already leading her through the crowd. She didn’t look back. She didn’t want to. She kept looking at the table where the Warriors were.

I stood as I said, "We can't go back." But Ryan misunderstood. He thought I was about to badmouth him to Dominic and grabbed the hem of my long dress. The dinner seating was arranged along the terrace steps of the estate, perfectly framed by the night and the glow of moonlight. With that sudden tug, I lost my balance. My feet slipped, and I went tumbling straight down the steps. Then, right at that moment, a burst of familiar white light exploded in front of me. My eyes widened in disbelief. I knew that light. Years ago, when I first ended up in the werewolf world, I had fallen out of that exact same light!