Page 22 of Bad Demon

“Honeycutt.”

Her peridot stare held mine, silently begging me to let her go.

“Okay then, Fern Honeycutt, if you say you have witch blood, then I guess I have to believe you.” I didn’t, not at all, but I couldn’t stomach the alternative.

Her shoulders lowered, and she blew out a breath. “I-I appreciate your … understanding.”

A weird feeling curled inside me. I blew out a long breath as well, and something like pleasure moved through me, but it was … different. My muscles, which had been tight as fuck, relaxed.

“What are you feeling right now?” I asked her. I thought I knew, but I didn’t trust myself since I’d kept getting it so wrong with her. I needed her to spell it out.

She blinked over at me. “What?”

“Tell me the emotion you’re feeling.”

“You want to know what I’m feeling?”

I nodded. “You blew out a breath; your muscles relaxed.”

“You really have no fucking clue, do you?”

“Tell me,” I said, my voice so damn rough.

She released another long breath. “Fine. Relief. What I’m feeling is obviously relief. I’m not being dragged to Hell in the jaws of an arrogant hellhound.”

That was what I’d assumed, but relief wasn’t something I’d ever felt before—or maybe I had and not really thought about it—but I knew what the definition of relief was. What I didn’t know was why I cared that she wasn’t scared anymore or why I gave a shit whether this little female went to Hell or not. No, I didn’t like the idea of her being hurt, but why I reacted this strongly was fucking confusing.

“You’re still a demon, witch blood or not—those eyes give you away, Gremmy. Demon rules apply, which means I’ll be watching you.”

Her eyes flashed, her spine straightening. “Are we done?”

“We’re done,” I said. “For now.”

“So fucking arrogant,” she muttered.

“You’re welcome.”

Fern spun around and stormed off, and I followed.

She looked over her shoulder, and those pretty eyes flashed again. “Stop following me.”

“Not following you, Fern, just going the same way you are.” I was definitely following her. If I left her now, the demons would be all over her in fucking minutes.

She growled.

I chuckled. The sound was cute. I was very much going to enjoy keeping an eye on Fern Honeycutt.

* * *

I wiped grease off my hands, and the human female smiled up at me when I handed over the keys to her car that I’d just serviced.

“All yours.”

My brothers and I all took turns doing shifts here at the garage and at the bar next to it. To stay above ground, we needed the humans to see us as legit.

Her gaze slid down my front and lingered on my dick. She quickly looked up, cheeks pink. I could smell her pussy. She was wet.

“So, um, I was wondering if you were free tonight.”

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