Page 49 of Demon's Prey
Kurse and Faith looked at each other, Kurse, still with John Savage on his back. She pulled him to lean over so she could kiss him. They did so, forgetting entirely that a half-dead man was on his back.
“Are you going to be okay with the fact that your parents may never fully accept your husband?” Kurse asked as they walked.
Faith crossed her arms and frowned dramatically. “No one ever said anything to me about a husband.”
Kurse turned to her, placing his hands over his face. “Oh, yes, right, I’m sorry. I just assumed that we would get married when all of this was over.”
Faith admitted to herself that it wasn’t something she had considered just yet. But the thought of it sounded lovely. She knew that if she ever met someone she loved, that she would devote herself to them.
Looking up at Kurse, the feeling in her heart told her that it was right. Everything she was feeling felt right, and she had promised herself that she would go with her heart and not her mind so much anymore.
She took Kurse’s hand in hers. “Kurse, I would love to be your wife.”
Kurse stopped, then looked down at her. Blood from Savage’s wound stained his scales in an aberrant shade of red. He bent over and planted a deep kiss onto her, pulling away with a grin.
“You just made me the happiest demon on earth.”
They continued to walk like this to the police station, hand-in-hand, their victim trailing rubies of blood behind them.
When they finally arrived, Kurse whipped John Savage onto the counter of the receptionist like a buck he had just hunted. The receptionist stepped away in fright, calling her superiors and, eventually, Agent Keppler.
Keppler arrived within twenty minutes, clearly not so far away. He was wearing sunglasses and removed them as he spoke to the couple in the waiting area.
“Well, it looks like you did it. You’ve captured John Savage. He won’t be corrupting any more zoning boards. Or even writing cheques, as it looks.”
A janitor was cleaning off blood from the receptionist area. It looked like he was wiping away a massive spill of fruit punch.
“Is that it then?” Faith asked, looking up at Keppler, whose expression had yet to evolve from dispassionate. “Do we finally have enough evidence now?”
Keppler nodded. “Your recording managed to survive water damage, which in itself is a miracle. It was some quick thinking turning that on when you did.”
Faith frowned. She didn’t remember turning her recording on or even having her phone with her at all. But she decided to keep that information with her for the time being.
“It was quite dramatic what you went through, so be sure to take some time off. Even journalists need a break every now and then.” Keppler said while placing his glasses back on.
Kurse and Faith looked at each other. Kurse rubbed his arm bashfully.
“Well, it looks like we’ve got a wedding to plan, so perhaps that’s its own kind of stress.” Faith said, beaming at Kurse.
Keppler strained his mouth, “Wait, you two are getting married?”
Faith nodded enthusiastically.
Keppler sighed. “Well, I guess there is no keeping true love apart. Good luck to you both. And don’t leave town.”
Keppler left the police station in a hurry, but Kurse and Faith remained a bit longer. Faith breathed deeply as she leaned into his arm. She touched some of his wounds gently.
“So you say that these are going to heal?” Faith asked with concern in her voice.
Kurse nodded, “Yes, don’t you worry. It just takes a bit longer with the nitrogen ice.”
“Hmm,” Faith said, tracing his scales all the way from the top of his shoulder to his hands. She could feel him watching her, and she loved the feeling.
Kurse took her hands into his and raised them up.
He grinned as he spoke, “So I think that we have a shower to return to…”
They passed through the police station doors. Faith giggled and could feel herself getting aroused already at the idea of them showering together. How that could ever happen logistically was a whole other thing.
