Page 50 of Spit

Why was Legion imprisoned?

Why had the others been pulled along with him?

Sev looked down at the crowd, and I followed his gaze. Legion and Katalina were nowhere to be seen.

I scoffed in disgust, flinging one more look down at the orgy below us before I turned to the door. Something in my expression piqued Sev’s interest.

“If you’re going back to bed, I could join you?” Sev arched a brow, his lips ticked up in a smile that revealed one sharp tooth—almost like a fang.

I rolled my eyes. “I was thinking of going into the city, actually.”

“Oh?” He sidled up to my shoulder, bending at the waist until we were at eye level. “Trying to find some level of debauchery that you don’t think we can offer here?”

I snorted. “I’m certain you have cornered the market on debauchery, Lust.”

“You’d be right, Pinkie Pie.” His lips pulled into an out-and-out grin. “Perhaps I could escort you; the city is dangerous at night.”

I looked down at my shadow. “I can take care of myself.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t, but from what Arlo told me, you were injured enough to require demon blood. You would only need a transfusion if you were hurt badly.” Sev straightened, adjusting the cuffs of his loose-flowing shirt as if his fingers needed something to do. “Call it concern, call it babysitting, but Legion would have my head if I allowed something to happen to the one person that could get close enough to Magicktek to get through the reception.”

“I think Legion has enough head at the moment. I don’t think he’ll want yours,” I muttered out of the side of my mouth as I turned away.

Sev’s eyes widened comically. “You have a smart mouth, Pinkie Pie. I like it. It makes my nethers tingle.”

“I bet lots of things make your nethers tingle.” I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, praying to whatever god would hear me. “I bet yogurt makes your nethers tingle.”

Sev considered my words as we began to walk to the door. “I don’t know what it is about a woman stirring a yogurt pot. Maybe it’s the texture?” He shook his head to clear it. “It’s sinful, is what it is.”

“Everything is sinful to you.” I parried. “You’re a demon.”

“Ah, Pinkie Pie.” He clutched his chest. “You wound me.”

I hummed as I reached out to open the door, but the demon beat me to it.

“So you’re coming along then?” I asked, glancing back at the balcony and the bodies below. “What about your orgy. I don’t think all those naked people will be best pleased if you suddenly disappear and take your magic with you.”

Sev lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “My magic doesn’t make people do things they don’t want to do already.”

I was left dissecting his words as we walked through the mansion. We had almost made it to the entrance hall when Arlo rounded the corner. A stack of papers in his hands. His glasses had slipped down his nose, one inch from the paper he was studying. Arlo didn’t see us as we approached. He was mumbling something under his breath as he began to walk past.

Sev shot me a mischievous look and stuck his leg out.

“Don’t you dare,” I hissed.

Arlo continued towards us, unaware that we had stopped in the middle of the hallway. Instead of walking past, the demon stopped, looking up and blinking. “Alexis?” Arlo said, confused, as he adjusted his stance to free up and hand to push up his glasses. “Are you going out?”

“I thought I would go into the city. Have a look around. Mostly where the missing demons hang out. Their homes. That kind of thing. If they were targeted specifically, there might be bugs in their apartment. Cameras.”

As he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, Arlo considered my words. “You don’t intent to go alone, do you?”

Sev leaned forward, his brows waggling suggestively. “I’m her guide.” I opened my mouth to argue, but Sev held out his hand. “How else would you know where Mars or Quinn live?”

“You don’t feel any ill effects from the demon blood?” Arlo asked, interrupting Sev.

I cocked my head to the side, taking inventory of my body. I felt fine. Hungry, like always, but other than that, no better or worse than usual. “I’m okay.”

Arlo nodded, reluctantly accepting my answer. “I should come to.”

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