Page 29 of My Blind Date is a Demon

“Depends.” Beckett looks to me. “Are demons common in Mystic Cove?”

“He’s the first I’ve met,” I say.

“So, who sent you?” Beckett asks Damon.

“I was sent by the Dark Lord.”

“So…Satan?”

Damon lets out an annoyed exhale. “You humans think so small. The Dark Lord and most of his minions have been around much longer than most human religions. The Dark Lord cannot be put inside such a rigid box.”

“Okay, okay.” Beckett rubs his forehead. “So, the Dark Lord sent you to possess and torture Tamzin. Why?”

“I don’t know,” Damon says. “I only go where the Dark Lord bids.”

“Can I speak to this Dark Lord?”

“That would be a very, very bad idea.”

Beckett looks to me. “So, just to make sure we are on the same page, why exactly are you here? Have you spoken to Beverly?”

“Beverly is doing her best to untangle what happened,” I explain. “But Bella is just a kid and isn’t exactly sure how she managed to trap Damon in the jar. But Beverly said that the best way to get rid of Damon is to find out what spell was used to send him to me in the first place.”

“The possession didn’t originate with the Dark Lord?” Beckett looks to Damon to answer that.

“From what I have seen, Tamzin has done nothing that would attract the Dark Lord’s attention. Therefore, one of his human followers must have cursed her.”

“Any idea who?” Beckett asks.

Damon shakes his head. “It’s not like there is a directory.”

“Okay,” Beckett says, letting out a long exhale. “So, basically, you want to find out who cursed you so you can banish this demon permanently.”

I nod, though there is a hard thump in my chest at the idea of Damon being sent away and never seeing him again. Why? He’s bad news, for me and probably all of Mystic Cove. But I have to admit, it’s been nice having someone around. I certainly haven’t been as lonely as usual. And I’ve been so busy, I’ve hardly had time to wallow in just how unhappy I am. Still, getting rid of Damon is what’s best. I need to get back to my life. But maybe I don’t have to go back to my life as it was. Maybe I can work toward being happy again. I’m not exactly sure how. I’ll have to talk to my therapist about that.

“I have to admit that I don’t have any experience in this sort of thing,” Beckett says.

“Why do you have to admit that?” Damon asks. “Shouldn’t you at least pretend you have everything under control?”

“I’m just trying to be honest with Tamzin about our chances of finding out who is behind this.”

“Good Lord, man. The girl is miserable. Can’t you see that? She came to you for a little hope. Tell her what she wants to hear.”

“I’m not totally miserable,” I say.

“Okay, okay,” Beckett says, rubbing his forehead. “I’m going to have to approach this the way I would any other crime against you. So, who would want to hurt you?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t have any enemies that I know of.”

“Except that Karen from the car line,” Damon mumbles.

“Who is Karen?” Beckett asks.

“Her name isn’t Karen,” I say. “There’s a mom in the school drop-off line who always honks her horn at me when I take too long. I think her name is…umm… Darla? Darleen? Daria? I’m not sure. Her daughter is Elsa.”

“And you think this woman might hate you enough to send a demon to torture you?”

“Of course not,” I say. “Damon was just joking.”

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