Page 9 of Delivered to My Demons

“She has her show onYouTube. We can see her better,” I said and pulled up the app.Poe Paranormalhad over a million subscribers and, from what I saw in the comments, her audience loved her show.

Hemlock and I watched separate episodes, ignoring our work completely. There would always be more horses to shoe, but this…this female could potentially be our mate.

Our mate.

For the rest of the afternoon, we watched some of her interviews. Poe had also been a guest on other Youtubers’ videos. We got to see her laugh. Smile. Be kind to others.

Her voice calmed my demon.

“Hem, what are you thinking?” I asked on the way home. We had to go look at a new forge in town that was being custom-built for us. He had been entirely too quiet that afternoon and had even plugged Poe’s podcast into the truck speakers so we could listen together.

“My demon and this human brain inside my head are at odds.”

I stayed quiet, letting him get it out. It was his way, I’d learned over our many years of friendship.

“My human side is telling me there’s no way our first match is our mate. It’s telling me I’m desperate and horny and just looking for someone to bang.”

Snorting, I turned down the podcast even though I would love nothing more than to listen to more of Poe’s voice soothing me from the magic of the internet.

“And your demon?”

“That bastard wants her here. Right now. He thinks…there’s no way we are that lucky, right? To find our fated mate on the first match? But damn it if she doesn’t call to every part of me and I’m talking every-fucking-part.”

“My demon would agree with yours.”

When we arrived back at our home, Hemlock stopped while he unlocked the door. “I think we should send her a message. Accept the match and see if she thinks the same. Wolf shifters have fated mates too. If she thinks there’s a chance we are hers, then she will accept and message us back, right?”

I felt a smile grow on my face. “I think you’re absolutely right. Send Poe the message.”

Of course, now would be the hard part—waiting.

Might be harder than all the lonely years between us but for Poe, it would be worth it.

Chapter Nine

Poe

Another afternoon of research on demons was officially down the drain.

Like most other supes, there was no telling myth from truth unless I spoke to them directly.

Which I wanted to do. Hemlock and Grendel were two people I wanted to meet. Not only for an interview and what I predicted would be an amazing podcast episode either.

The more I got to know about them, the more I liked.

Without officially accepting the match or responding to the message they’d sent the night before, I hit the button to request more pictures.

Their response was almost immediate.

I’d studied their profile almost as much as their species. They were blacksmiths who had their own shop. They shoed horses, contrary to a few legends about their kind. Some people thought that animals, in particular, horses, could tell when a demon was near. So either that tale was a flat-out lie or the horses Grendel and Hemlock were dealing with didn’t have those senses. I didn’t believe either one.

They didn’t look like the demons shown online either.

Not even close.

They looked like they should commission themselves as cowboy romance novel models.

Still, I hesitated in responding to their message. I’d been burned before, so many times I’d lost count.

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