Page 74 of Cursed by Death

“Yeah, exactly,” he said as he stood up. He walked up to me and framed my face with his big hands. “They can’t just be showing up here like this, baby. I don’t care what they think you are to them now. You’re my mate first and foremost and that needs to be respected.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned into him. “What does that mean?”

“It means you’re mine and they shouldn’t show up here without an invitation or we’re going to have problems. They should treat you the same way they’d treat me and I can tellyou they’d damn sure never just show up at my house like this. They’d never come to my house at all.”

That was understandable. Totally. But I wasn’t about to tell a whole group of people that they weren’t allowed to come to my house simply because Rally said so. They’d likely laugh me out of my own home.

Rally slowly closed his eyes as he blew out a heavy breath. “You’re not going to listen to anything that I just said to you, are you?”

Hmm…

Should I be embarrassed that he could read me so well? “Is it that obvious?” I asked him curiously.

“No,” he murmured huskily as his eyes dropped down to my mouth and stayed fixed there. “I imagine you make an exceptional liar, when you choose to lie. I think you might just be a bit predictable though and I should probably expect you to, more often than not, do whatever you want instead of listening to what I’ve told you to do. Now, don’t argue with me, just kiss me so that we can go downstairs and find out what the hell it is that your new demon friends want.”

I wanted to argue with him but I didn’t really have a leg to stand on since he wasn’t exactly wrong about anything he’d said.

I stepped forward, pressing my chest against him, and tilted my face up to meet his descending mouth. He pressed his lips to mine in a kiss as he wrapped his fist around my braid and used it to tilt my head back.

I melted into his body as he controlled the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

He let go of my hair abruptly and stepped back, causing my arms to fall away from his waist. I pouted at the sudden loss of him and he smirked at me.

“Rude,” I murmured sullenly and licked the taste of him off of my bottom lip.

“As good as it feels to finally know that you want me I’m not going to fuck you while my wolves are downstairs entertaining the demons. I want them gone as quickly as possible. Come on,” he said as he took my hand and dragged me out of the room and down the stairs.

To meet with the demons who were having coffee in my living room.

Chapter 38

Rym was in my living room with two other demons that I hadn’t seen before. He introduced them as Jaylen and Vern.

Vern the demon. This shit cracked me up and I wondered if that was his real name or one he’d made up to make him feel like he would fit in better with normal people. It was safe to say that I did not ask.

Jaylen was missing his right eye. It looked like it had been clawed out and there were long, thin scars around the eye socket that ran up his forehead and into his hair, leaving streaks of white through his black hair. He was dressed in all black. Black turtleneck, back slacks, and black combat boots. All that black matched his hair and his eye.

His one eye that remained was as black as his hair and made him look like he was devoid of any emotion. It kind of creeped me out. It was made worse by the fact that he hadn’t taken his eye off of me from the moment I walked into the living room.

I shivered, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

Vern had thick, dark framed glasses that he kept pushing up his nose with his pointer finger because they kept sliding down. He had messy, dark brown hair that hung down past hisshoulders. He wore a t-shirt proclaiming him to be some kind of nerd and there were holes at both knees of his jeans. They didn’t look like they’d been bought that way either but instead looked like he’d been wearing them for years and were now falling apart.

He looked like a messy nerd and the two of them didn’t look like they belonged together. I wondered what they both did for Johnathon.

It was Vern who had the baby. and I wasn’t about to try and take it from him for a couple of reasons. He looked quite comfortable with it and I didn’t want to hold a baby. Ever. Too fragile and droppable. I was a responsible adult but not that responsible.

The three of them were all sitting on my couch together (four, if you counted the baby). Fox was standing just inside the room with his back to the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. He was in a place where he could easily see all of the occupants of the room.

I sat down in one of the arm chairs and Rally sat down on the arm of it instead of just going and sitting in his own chair. I almost rolled my eyes at him. I didn’t know why they were here but I didn’t need to know why to know they weren’t here to harm me. Jonathan wouldn’t like that and there was no doubt in my mind that they answered to that particular demon.

Ginger had followed us into the room and placed a tray on the coffee table. It had to have belonged to my grandmother because it certainly wasn’t something I had bought for myself or ever used before. It had cups of coffee on it and little dishes with sugar and cream in them. I hadn’t bought the dishes either.

Ginger took the baby from Vern, grinned at me like a damn maniac, and then said she had to run back home because Hunter was supposed to be coming over soon for a visit.

Great. Just what I needed, adding Hunter to the mix. No way was he going to learn I was entertaining demons in my house and not barge his nosy ass on over here. The chances of that happening were zilch.

“So,” I said conversationally as Jaylen and Vern picked up their coffee cups. Rym remained stiff and stoic, making no attempt to reach for his cup. “What brings you three here to my home on this fine morning? Last time there was a demon here someone lost their life.”

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