Page 15 of Delivered to My Demons

My core fluttered hearing him speak like that. He would too. I believed he would come get me if I didn’t show up.

He and I had a long, late-night talk the night before. He’d read one of the books I told him about, and we talked about it. He wasn’t impressed. I hadn’t been either.

He would be the first to read my book if I ever ended up writing one.

“I’m on my way. I swear. I suspect you can tell if I’m being honest.” Most paranormals could. “And don’t forget the coffee creamer.”

They’d confessed to drinking their coffee black.Demons, I swear. A crime, if you ask me.

“I’ve got the acceptable flavors on my list, Poe. Please, be careful. We will be home soon. If you have trouble or something happens, we can be to you in no time—”

“Grendel,” I interrupted. “I’m going to be fine. My car isn’t a junker. I’m a big girl. I’ll see you two soon.”

I hung up the phone before he could fuss any more about my safety. While I fussed right back at him, it was nice to have someone worry about me. My parents were the turn-eighteen-and-you’re-out kind and only checked on me once every six months or so.

Hearing the demons’ concern about me made my face heat.

They called me once more, asking questions about bread preferences and silly things like chocolate chip cookies or snickerdoodles.

The answer, of course, was, all cookies are welcome.

All of them.

When the GPS told me I’d arrived at my destination, a thrill buzzed through my body. My wolf arose from her place within me and howled loudly.

“Here we are. At a house of demons. First time for everything.”

I got out of the car and released Salem to roam around, stretch her legs. The place was huge and almost had a menacing feel. Brick construction with black shutters and a large black door. Asters and lilacs bloomed in rounded beds, giving a pop of color and a bit of welcoming.

My tummy fluttered with anticipation as I walked up the cobblestone walkway toward the door. There were two trucks in the driveway. One was for work and the other for show, it seemed.

Honestly, I expected them to live in a dark cave or some haunted house-type place. Maybe some headstones in the front yard.

Hell, I was as bad as the zealots who touted everything paranormal as evil.

Salem approached me and twirled her tail around my calf before meowing her approval. I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath. Everything had moved so fast. One day, I had a match. The next, I was talking to them on chat. And now, a few days after the first encounter, I was here. On their doorstep.

On the doorstep of demons.

I raised my hand to knock but opted for the doorbell instead. Once I pressed it, my stomach knotted in nervousness.

Two males were on the other side of this door and my life was about to change.

If my instincts, and my wolf’s instincts, were correct, inside this house were my mates.

Chapter Fourteen

Hemlock

If I wasn’t moving around so fast, trying to get ready for Poe’s arrival, my knees would surely be knocking together.

I wasn’t the nervous type but damn it, my demon wanted everything to be perfect. Our female was arriving. Our mate. The one we’d been waiting for. I was so sure of it, I would’ve bet our entire business on the notion.

“Let’s go over everything,” I said to Grendel who had gone to great lengths making a dinner to impress, as he called it. It was the same dinner he made when our families came over, and they always seemed to love it.

“Dinner is ready. Rib roast. Sweet potatoes. Parmesan asparagus. Dinner rolls. Blackberry cobbler. All the new towels are washed and dried and put away. I called Delilah, and she texted me a list of hair products and soaps and things to get.”

Delilah was one of Grendel’s sisters. She was the first person we told that Poe was coming. She’d even downloaded a ton of her podcast episodes. She wanted to hear her future sister-in-law. Her words. Not mine.

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