Page 29 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“I’m fine. You, however, look terrible.” He grabbed my face and peered into my eyes. “You should have rested. Going without sleep is only going to make this more difficult for you.”

“Like I could sleep while worrying about you. Maybe you shouldn’t come home all bloodied and beaten like that,” I fussed and slapped his hand away. “Besides, this entire experience has been difficult. So there really won’t be much of a change, now will there?”

“Do you think being stubborn is a sport you can win?” he asked, and when I opted to stare out of the window instead of answering him, he continued. “Well, we better get going. We have a long way to go, and I need to make a stop along the way.”

“You mean we can’t just pop over there like you do?” I thought he would be transporting us to wherever he had in mind.

“No. That’s a skill I use mostly when I’m away from this world. To do it here can be considered rude, especially to the person we need to see. When I’m home, I travel like everyone else.”

“Do you at least have wings?” I pointed out the window where I’d seen several flying beings before. “You can fly us over all the other demons?”

“Do you think if I had wings, you wouldn't know about them by now? Have you ever seen me sprout wings and take flight?” He crossed his arms and waited for a response.

“Your body does a lot of things I don't understand.” I glanced down at his dick. “And I assumed you didn't show me all your tricks. Remember, you said I can’t know everything about you.”

“Right.” He followed my eyes. “To answer your question, no, I don't have wings. Don’t worry, it won't be too difficult to get where we're going. We have transport. You don’t have to worry about tiring your fragile human body with walking.

“Transport?” I asked, and Metice turned and headed back up the stairs.

Getting out of his home was a trip. The heavy door led to a long flight of stairs that spiraled about twelve times before we reached the ground. By the time we made it to the lower level where another door waited, I was out of breath.

“You do that every day?” I pointed back at the spiraling staircase.

Metice shook his head and opened the door. “You should work on your stamina… outside of the bedroom.”

The door opened to a view of the lake I’d seen upstairs, and I felt fresh air for the first time in days. It washed over my skin and tickled my nose. Then, I realized the air in hell smelled like warm apple tarts. Where I expected lava, hellfire, and burning souls, there were tall trees, colorful skies, and strange animal sounds. I looked for the source of the squawking but found nothing.

The transportation he mentioned was a carriage, a gothic thing made mostly of what I assumed was iron or some other heavy metal. It had four windows on either side, thick maroon curtains draped across them. In front was an empty driver’s seat, and on each side was a door with handles that looked like claws stolen from a large bird.

Oh, and there weren’t any adorable stallions pulling it. Instead, there were what I dubbed hell horses. What else would you call a horse at least three times the size of a shire horse and coated in a flaming liquid that dripped from their flesh and left scorched marks on the ground beneath them?

“What the hell?” I gawked at the horses and flinched when one turned to look at me with scorching red eyes.

“You know, while you’re here, you should really come up with a new phrase.” Metice laughed and opened the door. “Get in.”

“I never would have imagined you would ride around in something like this.” I winked. “It’s a little girly.”

“You’re calling this girly? This is top of the line!” He flicked the metal frame of the carriage with his finger, and the sharp ping echoed around us.

“It has frilly curtains on the inside!” I pointed at the windows.

“Those frilly curtains can stop a bullet.” Metice looked genuinely offended for a moment before he put on that nonchalant mask again. “Call it what you want, I guess. It’s not my usual ride, but I didn’t want to bring too much suspicion to myself while carrying such precious cargo.”

“Precious cargo?” I placed my hand over my heart and fluttered my lashes. “Is that how you think of me?”

“Get over yourself.” He knocked my hand away from my chest.

I took a step closer to him and then froze as the largest of the three hell horses made a noise like a damn tiger. The sound reached beneath my skin and terrified me. At least they were frightening creatures. Maybe they would be enough to keep any other demons from trying to interfere with our trip.

Once the shock wore off, I got in the carriage. Metice closed the door and jumped in on the other side.

“Um, who’s driving this thing?” I pointed to the front of the ride where the coachman’s seat remained empty.

“They know where they’re going.” He leaned back and shut his eyes. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

A moment later, I was holding on for dear life, because those damn horses took off like they’d been fed jet fuel. Here I was, bracing for impact, and he was snoring. There was no chance of me relaxing. Even when I did ease into my seat, one of the horses would make that terrifying sound and scare me back to my senses.

Eventually, I worked up the nerve to peek out of the covered window at the unfamiliar territory we traveled through. Hell was beautiful. There were vast plains, incredible mountain ranges, and natural stone structures everywhere. It felt idyllic, peaceful, and I wondered how it got such a bad rep. Yes, some of the creatures were terrifying, at least the ones I met, but other than that, the world looked perfect.

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