Page 21 of Bad Demon

No, I hadn’t missed it, not with all the attitude she was giving me. I saw that as clear as day. But then, I’d thought that was all it was last time, and I’d been fucking wrong.

“Hounds are unmatched when it comes to tracking, fighting, and fucking. You want me to demonstrate any of those things, just say the word.” I snapped my mouth shut. Fuck. I hadn’t meant to sayfucking, but she had me saying all kinds of shit I shouldn’t.

Her cheeks darkened even more, and her eyes flashed from yellow-green to red. “I’ll pass on all three, thanks.” She took a step back. “Now, I’m going to walk away, and you’re going to go in the opposite direction and leave me alone.”

The wind shifted, carrying her scent right to me. There was anger, but the bitter scent of fear was fucking strong.

I slid my hands in my pockets, trying to look as unthreatening as possible, and shook my head. “You think I should just let you go? That the rules don’t apply to you?”

Her lips parted, giving me a little flash of those sharp, tiny fangs, her breathing coming faster. “You owe me—you said it yourself.”

“An apology for scaring you, not letting you off for harvesting demon organs for profit.”

“That’s not what that was. No money changed hands.”

“No? But you get something out of it, right?”

Her gaze darted around, as if she was searching for help. “I wasn’t breaking Lucifer’s rules because they don’t apply to me.”

“You’re special, are you?” I should just let her go because there was no way I was taking her to Lucifer or Hell—I couldn’t bring myself to fucking do it—but I wasn’t ready for her to leave yet either.

“I’m not just a demon. I have witch blood.”

More lies. I’d thought I scented something else on her when I was in her store, but my scent had been off with all the herbs and other shit in that place fucking with me.

“You live in Seventh Circle.”

“Are thererulesthat say I can’t?”

I leaned in, scenting her again.

“Stop fucking sniffing me,” she bit out.

Like last time, I thought I had caught something else, but I wasn’t getting witch. Maybe because it was so heavily diluted? I veered more toward her lying through her teeth. Everyone knew our alpha’s mate was a witch and she obviously thought saying she was as well would save her ass.

I crossed my arms. “What’s the name of your coven?”

She bristled. “I don’t have one.”

“You’re gonna need to talk, Gremmy, so I can help you.”

If she had witch blood, it was definitely fuck all. The female was demon through and through.

She crossed her arms as well. “Don’t fucking call me that, and FYI, my coven didn’t want me.” Her eyes flashed red. “For obvious reasons.”

Nah, I wasn’t buying it.

“I still need the coven’s name.”

“I’m not giving you that information.”

She was afraid—seriously afraid now; the scent of it grew stronger. She was terrified and lying through her teeth to save her ass, and I was going to let her get away with it.

“Then, give me your name.”

Her jaw tightened. “Fern.”

“Fern what?”

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