Page 11 of Demon's Prey
“But you’re my fated mate!”
“Shut the fuck up about this ‘mate’ bullshit! It doesn’t work like that on Earth!”
Faith arrived at her car and flubbed around with her keys. She didn’t care about the promotion at work or the fact that PEACE wanted her to keep an eye on him. It was too much.
Kurse stood next to her, placing his claw on the car door. “You traced my sigil with your body thirteen times, which means you called out to me.”
Faith threw her hands up in the air. “That is literally some kabuki bullshit that no one understands.”
She placed her keys in the door and opened it. She thought about leaving him there, but when she looked up at his glowing yellow eyes, she felt a stab of guilt. He was probably more confused than she was.
Faith sighed and held the door open. “Please, no more drinking from toilets. That’s where humans defecate.”
Kurse contorted his face. “That’s disgusting!” He exclaimed.
Kurse climbed into the back seat as Faith inquired. “Where do you go?”
“In a hole, anywhere we want.”
Faith giggled, knowing that he wasn’t joking in the slightest degree.
They made their way back home, and she tried to silently respect his follies. He was large and awkward, but there was still something about him that felt redeemable.
Other than the fact that he was a demon.
Faith threw her purse onto the couch and pointed down the hall. “I’m going to do some work. Maybe you can try watching TV or something. Do you know of it where you’re from?”
Kurse nodded, grinning like a maniac. “We look through rooms into other rooms, and sometimes we can see what humans are doing.”
Faith quivered, then tossed him the remote. “Press these buttons, and you’ll find different windows. Just please, don’t eat or destroy anything else.”
Kurse nodded and cupped his claws over his chest. He stared down at his bare feet like a boy with a crush.
Christ, she couldn’t get into that at that moment.
She moved into her bedroom, where her parakeet had been. She decided to hide him away in the bathroom, just in case.
Faith sat down at her desk and signed on to her computer. Attached to a map in front of her were strings that also strung photos together. She let her mind fade into relaxation, thinking of the rain passing through her, through her...
“What do you have here?”
Faith nearly jumped out of her skin. Kurse’s intrusive voice destroyed her attempt at serenity. She shook her head and turned around, seeing that he didn’t have to bend his head in her bedroom. His eyes were wide, and scanning the wall she had meticulously assembled.
“Umm,” she considered how to explain. “This is a story for the organization I work for—the news company. It's about corruption at the city hall. Bribing and such.”
Kurse nodded and crossed his giant arms. Faith tried not to focus on the fact that she was face to face with his loincloth, his veiny cock barely hidden from view.
“You’re a very smart woman, aren’t you?” Kurse inquired.
Faith nodded, “I think so.”
“You are going to work well as my Queen, that's for sure.”
His statement made Faith’s blood run hot. She stood up from her desk and placed herself before him, barely passing his waist in height.
“Look, Kurse. There is no fated mate bullshit here. You can’t just crash into some human’s life and expect them to be your ‘mate.'” Faith used air quotes, a gesture that she realized was lost on him.
“But you traced my—”
