Page 53 of Spit

“I might be able to find the last video I starred in if you want to watch it?” Sev waggled his brows.

I gave him a long look before turning back to the television.

Arlo sat down next to me. “No bugs.” He declared as he waved the device.

The television turned on, showing it was connected to a security circuit. The screen was split six ways, showing every apartment corner, right down to a triple-kingsize bed and a stripper pole. Sev selected a drop-down menu that showed dates going back almost a month.

I sat forward. “Go to the day he was abducted.”

Sev dipped his head. “Your wish is my command.” He purred.

Arlo rolled his eyes. “Trey said that he went home with a woman from that bar, Busters, in the Gluttony Sector. It'd show on the cameras if he made it back to the apartment.”

“Yes, yes.” Sev selected a date on the screen. “I gathered that.”

“I wasn’t sure.” Arlo shot him the side eye. “You seem to enjoy playing the walking erection a bit too well these days.”

I would never have known if Sev had taken that comment as an insult. His poker face was impressive. The lust demon scrolled through the list of video clips, selecting one from earlier in the day. The red-headed demon appeared in all of his glory, his face much too innocent to belong to someone from hell. Mars adjusted his cufflinks on-screen before reaching for his wardrobe and pulling a suit jacket from a hanger. He slipped it over his shoulder before checking his phone and leaving. Sev clicked fast forward, and we watched the monstrous bed with its silk sheets in triple time.

Nothing happened. The light shifted as night fell, and the clip ended before automatically switching to the next day's footage. No sign of Mars or his lady friend.

We all sat back as one. “That was a dead end.” I griped, swiping my hair away from my face.

Sev nudged me. “I do so hate to disappoint a woman.”

“Go back a few days. If he brought someone else home in the days before he disappeared, maybe they noticed a behavior change.” Arlo chewed his bottom lip.

“I thought you guys were close.” I took the remote from Sev and selected another clip. Without audio, Mars strode across the living room and took a bottle of scotch from the shelf.

Sev held out his hand, making a ‘so-so’ gesture. “We have a tenuous relationship. It’s hard to be friends with someone who has known your every thought since the beginning of time.”

“Yeah.” I agreed. “That’s rough. The bond lets you know everything?”

“We can shield the more private things, but sometimes, it leaks through,” Arlo admitted with a wince.

“Do you have any leads to where Mars and Quinn went?” I said, changing the subject. “Anything at all?”

“Tired of our company already?” Sev shot me a toothy grin.

Arlo shook his head. “Camio disappeared, and then his bond went dark. We never found his body, which isn’t unusual. When one of us dies, none of us are exactly certain what happens to our bodies.”

“What? Like bursting into dust?” My brow furrowed.

“We’re not vampires.” Sev rubbed the back of his neck. “We were pretty certain that Camio was gone. None of us could survive the bond breaking.”

“I don’t know much about demon bonds,” I said. “But, if you can’t feel Mars and Quinn anymore, how can you know they are still alive?”

“We can feel them,” Sev admitted. “It’s just muffled.”

I glanced back to the television for a second as I digested his words, just in time to be treated to a front-row view of Mars’s naked ass as if pumped into a writhing woman. His partner seemed to be having a pretty good time as she clawed at his back, her mouth opened in pleasure.

Arlo and Sev seemed to show no recognition of the woman on screen as another crawled onto the bed, holding a bottle of wine. The second woman took a swig, allowing the red wine to fall onto her naked breasts and to travel down her stomach.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as Mars arched his back, still thrusting deeply inside the woman underneath him. The second woman leaned in and planted an open-mouthed kiss on his lips.

My cheeks went hot. Watching real and tangible people have sex was different than watching pornography. I squirmed awkwardly, glancing away. The remote felt heavy in my hand. I didn’t want to stop the video too soon in case we missed something. I also didn’t want to show the demons on either side of me how conflicted I felt.

When I stole a glance at Arlo and Sev, neither seemed particularly bothered by the threesome on the screen or the idea of watching one of the colleagues plowing two women at once.

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