Page 66 of Spit

Trey must have seen something in my gaze because he nodded staunchly. As if the weight of my word was enough to convince him of my power.

“I am here because Beelzebub did not want what happened to Camio to happen to any more demons,” I said. “I do as I am bid.”

“And why is that?” he cocked his head.

I didn’t answer, but Trey continued anyway.

“I haven’t felt tired since we began this sojourn into the city. Null witches require touch to negate a person’s magic, but you don’t. Do you?”

I blinked, flicking a quick gaze at the demon before my eyes darted away. “No.” The word dragged out of my throat. I usually needed touch when it came to demons, but my null abilities had been on the fritz.

Trey nodded as if confirming something. “And your shadow?”

I said nothing.

“What did you bargain? In exchange for the Gluttony King's magic?” Trey wondered, tapping his cheek.

“He cursed me.” I spat.

“Magic must have balance.”

“Ha.” I let out a humorless laugh. “Balance? I’ve got hunger beyond measure. Magic that no being wants to be around or can get close to. I can’t kiss because my saliva is so addictive that it will make a man mad.”

“Mad, you say?” Trey was thoughtful.

His benign response just made me angrier. “I can’t be touched. I can’t ever go to bed with someone.” I took a deep breath, my fists clenched. “And no one will ever eat my pussy!” I finished with a scream.

“Oh my.” Trey’s eyes sparkled with humor.

I reached out and punched his shoulder. “It's not funny.”

“Funny? No. Amusing, yes.” He considered. “Tragic for certain. Every woman should have her pussy eaten. Often and enthusiastically.”

“Don’t laugh at me.” I buried my head in my hands.

The car pulled to a stop.

Trey bit back his amusement. “We’re here.” He said unnecessarily as he reached for the door handle.

I stilled his hand with mine, flinching back when I felt the coolness of his skin. “Wait.”

He quirked a brow expectantly. So similar to Legion. I shook the thought away.

“You said that you don’t feel tired around me. Do you always feel tired?” I asked.

“It is balance.” Trey nodded. “Gluttony hungers. Lust constantly walks around with a boner, and Pride can’t pass a mirror without checking himself out—kind of like a budgie. Why do you ask?”

“My null magic requires touch when it comes to demons. Without touch, I can drain a witch, any human, or even a werewolf. But the curse is demonic, and so is the shadow. I have to touch a demon to drain them.”

“Curious.” Trey looked down at my hand. “It must be in my head, then.” He chirped. “I’m probably just energized by your company.”

Trey left the car without allowing me to respond; he had agreed with me a little too quickly for my liking.

As I stepped onto the sidewalk into the low afternoon sun, I shielded my eyes and studied the street.

Aside from the familiar magic that licked at my heels and how my shadow rolled on his belly like a cat, I could tell that we were in the Gluttony district by the sheer number of sex shops and restaurants lining the street.

I had to admit that the shop fronts were classier than I was used to. Blacked-out windows, with cursive chalkboard style signs that simply said ‘private’and ‘all delights fulfilled. Enquire inside for equipment.’ I could only guess it was either a brothel or a shop selling sex toys.

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