Page 10 of The Demigod

“Explains that nifty shadow cloak, I guess. So, you’re the, what, goddess of night?”

To that, an unexpected little snort escaped her as she rolled her eyes at something I wasn’t privy to.

“No. No, Nyx is the goddess of the night,” she told me.

“Didn’t have a myth lesson on my schedule for the day, but okay. And then what are you?”

“Her daughter,” Nox said with a shrug of those dainty shoulders. “Just like Oizys, Ares, Eris, Moros, and the Keres. Amongst others.”

“So you are a goddess?”

“No. No, a god or goddess is the child of two gods. Nyx is my mother, but my father was a mortal. I’m not a goddess. I’m just a demigod. A somewhat useless one at that.”

“Oh, come on now. That shadow thing is pretty cool. And you can put people to sleep. Which… okay, probably isn’t that useful. Unless you can put the gods to sleep.”

“No. No, I can barely put most humans to sleep.”

“You put me to sleep.”

“At great personal cost,” she said, gesturing toward her face. And, yeah, on closer inspection—looking beneath all that damn pretty—she looked completely spent.

“I am not very strong. I can hide in shadows. And I can put people to sleep, even give them good dreams, but I am drained afterward. Sometimes, if I’m not careful, I can’t even move after. So, yeah, I do what I can. Which isn’t much.”

“I think the people you get out of this basement would say it’s a lot,” I told her.

“Anyone with a soul would do the same.”

“I don’t have a soul,” I told her. “But I would do it as well.”

“You’re a demon. You torture humans too.”

“First of all, that’s past tense. I found me a nifty hellmouth, got myself sucked up onto the human plane, and have no interest in ever going back. I mean, have you tasted pizza? Listened to music? Watched movies? Humans got a lot of shit right. Besides, I only ever tortured those who deserved it.”

“No one deserves torture.”

“No?” I asked. “I once had a human who brutally raped, tortured, and murdered fourteen women he met through various churches. I think he had it coming.”

“Fine,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to argue with you.”

“What do you want with me?” I asked. And maybe my tone had slipped a bit seductive. I couldn’t help it. She was standing there, looking all pretty, smelling all sweet.

Did something warm flash across her eyes at hearing it, or was that just my own wishful thinking?

Despite the circumstances, I wouldn’t mind her coming closer, stripping me down, and having her way with me. If she could use my legs to step on, she might even be able to climb up on my shoulders, so I could…

“I need your help.”

“Help with what, sweetness?” I asked, trying to tamp down the desire that was threatening to get my cock to full mast in a matter of seconds if I didn’t get control of myself.

“I need help finding someone.”

“Finding someone,” I repeated, brows pinching. “Finding who?”

“My sister.”

“Your sister?”

“Nemesis.”

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