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"Oh, if that's all you need, why don't you look it up on the public access computer?" The clerk gestured to a computer set up in the corner on the customer side of the counter. "The information should be all on there and the deal should be scanned. If you'll be using the service a lot, we can even sign you up for online access from home."

Really? That easy? I slapped a palm over my face. "Yes, I'll need to use the computer," I mumbled.

Chapter 19

Onyx

"No, don't! I didn't know!" the demon screamed as I stalked toward him. The demon, who looked like a college-aged adult, tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor of his apartment. Onyx had never seen him before.

"No one messes with what's mine," I growled. "Wynn is mine."

"A soul for an address. It was a simple deal. Anyone would take it," he cried.

I knelt to the floor where he'd fallen and grabbed him by the throat. "That deal came with me attached. Anyone who did their due diligence would know that."

"Why? It's not like she's special."

My eyes turned red. "She is special. I'm her guardian demon. And I handle things much differently than a guardian angel would."

The demon struggled in my grasp as I broke his neck with my bare hands. I climbed off him and headed out the door. Next stop, Eston.

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Wynn

I quickly discovered that Osian didn't speak. We worked out our own language during the week we spent without Onyx, and I started learning sign language. I wasn't sure if he couldn't speak or if he wouldn't. Either way, he never spoke to me.

He was Onyx's actual brother, and it hadn't taken long for him to reach big brother status in my mind, either. I'd quickly learned that the demon was a master Uno player. We'dworked out a hand signal for "Uno" and he signaled every time he was on his last card.

I chattered endlessly, about class, friends from home, and stories from childhood. Osian never commented, but I could tell he listened.

We fell into a comfortable routine: class, dinner, training, then TV. He went over different moves than Onyx so it was a pleasant change to the routine. Osian slept on my couch, the couple hours each night that he slept.

We sat in my living room, watchingGhostson Paramount+ when there was a knock at my door. I started to get up to answer it, but Osian stopped me. He signaled to wait where I was and he got up to go to the door. Osian looked out the peephole, then undid the locks and poked his head out the door. He looked both ways, up and down the hall, then he shut the door and redid the locks. He held his hands up in an "I don't know" gesture then sat down on the couch beside me.

"There was no one out there?"

He shook his head no.

"How weird."

He made a humming noise to appease me and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to fire off a text.

"Who'd you text? Onyx?"

He put his phone back in his pocket and gestured for me to watch the show again.

I wondered when Onyx would return. I tried to put it out of mind and focus on the TV.

As Osian wanted me to, I watched the show and fell asleep on the couch beside him.

Later, I woke up in bed, under my covers. Osian must have carried me in while I slept. But what woke me?

Onyx's face came into focus beside the bed.

"Hey, little one," he said with a smile.

"Onyx." I launched my upper half at him and pulled him into bed with me, never intending to let go.

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