Page 30 of Demons of Eden

“We appreciate your assistance,” Torrin says politely, grabbing Rio by the bicep as he walks past him and around the desk to the door she’d indicated. I follow them, stopping and turning around at a hand gently tapping my shoulder.

“I’m Mori, by the way. I hope if you don’t find what you’re looking for, you’ll consider coming back here.Withoutyour present company.” She gives a pointed look over my shoulder to where the guys have stepped through the door, then her expression changes to one I really can’t read when she looks at me. “For me, more than two is a crowd.”

“Uhhh…thank you. Maybe?” I mumble, flashing Mori an awkward smile as I turn back and dart through the door after them, brain glitching as I try to make coherent thoughts.

What the hell just happened there?

“Did she just hit on you?” Torrin asks, catching my shoulders before I can walk right into him, having missed the hunter standing in the middle of the hallway,directlyin front of me. Whoops.

“Was that what that was?” I blink, his words setting in. Interesting. I’m at least ninety percent sure I don’t swing that way—maybe only eighty percent after that, actually. I am feeling oddly flattered by it. Then again, maybe I just like attention? That seems plausible.

“She’s probably just looking for an easy meal,” Rio says, stomping all over my little ego boost.

“Who are you calling easy?” I snap, twisting to face him, feeling Torrin’s hands tighten on my shoulders as he moves with me, not letting go. Probably worried for his brother’s continued existence, and he should be.

“I didn’t mean it like—” he cuts himself off, slashing his hand across in a dismissive gesture. “Actually, you know what? You’re right. There’snothingeasy about you.”

“Not worth it,” Torrin cautions me quietly in my ear. “We won’t get any answers standing around in a hallway squabbling.”

“Fine, let’s get this over with,” I reply, shaking off his grip.

Sometimes, I really hate it when someone has to go and be reasonable. It leaves me feeling insane for the burning desireI have to verbally destroy the irritating man who’s already pushing through the door at the other end of the hallway. Slow pulsing, heavy bass music slips out for the few moments the door is open, falling utterly silent again once it closes after him.

I take a deep breath, trying to find some kind of serenity or something. It's not very effective.

If I really wanted to, I bet I could make him cry. When others go low, I go to hell. Rio doesn’t listen to logic, so maybe a verbal lashing about how scrawny his arms are will take him down a peg or two? I mean, they’re notthatscrawny, but compared to the others? Daion is the one with truly swoon-worthy biceps of the three of them. Tan skin and well-defined muscles, glistening with his sweat while he works out…

“Good.” Torrin’s words snap me out of my little daydream about his brother’s muscles. Apparently the only thing that can distract me from fury is horniness.Wonderful.These hormones are a fucking trip.

“Are you sure you’re really attached to keeping him around?” I joke quietly as we walk down the hall together. “You’d still have Daion as a brother.”

“Sadly so. In all seriousness, I actually dread thinking about what our place would look like without him.”

I give him a confused frown.

“Rio actually does most of the cleaning. We’d be left with nothing but our robo-vacuum, Sir Stabby, and a terrifying tower of dishes without him.”

“Sir Stabby?”

“Someone taped a demon-killing knife to it,” he says with a shrug, his face projecting a little too much innocence.

“Someone?”I prompt teasingly as we step through the door.

“Yeah, someone with whimsy and a wicked sense of humour,” he confirms, the innocent expression cracking into a grin. “Sir Stabby’s the unofficial fourth member of the team.”

“And yet you’ve never introduced us,” I comment in a mockingly scathing tone, all while taking in the space.

The club isn’t what I expected, not that I had long to conjure any expectations. The place is huge, split across multiple floors, all of which look over the main space in a series of tiered mezzanine balconies covering three of the four walls. There are doors displaying glowing signage I don’t understand, leading off to Goddess only knows where. I assume some must lead private rooms for those less prone to exhibitionism, but I can’t be sure.

Little nooks are dotted around with tables and comfortable chairs. There’s also several bar areas across the various floors and a sunken dance floor on the main level surrounded by four large podiums with dancers atop them. There are less people than I imagined, but I suppose it’s not exactly peak time. Unless the peak time for demonic sex clubs is six o’clock in the middle of the week, which I doubt.

“Maybe I was worried you’d like him more than me,” Torrin jokes distractedly. Well, I’d definitely like him more than some of their trio, that’s for sure. His eyes are also scanning the space, probably looking for Rio, now fourth on my mental list ordering the Fletcher Hunting team from favourite to least.

Actually, where the hell did he go so quickly?

“You have two brothers too many to have only child syndrome,” I inform him while joining in on his visual search, immediately getting distracted by what looks like a fae giving a vampire a blowjob on one of the second floor balconies. The shock of sparkling platinum hair being gripped as their head bobs up and down, along with the blood covering the guy’s lips, leads to my assumptions of their actions and respective species.

“There. Already halfway up the stairs,” Torrin says with a huff, pointing right across the space to the far stairs Mori had told us to go to. The only ones that happen to have a chain dangling a no-access sign across the bottom. While he’s nothalfway up the four floors just yet, he has already stomped up the first flight of steps, obviously having ignored the sign.

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