The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter.
The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life.
“How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.
i feel bad for the jackalope now