Page 8 of Demon's Prey
Faith grunted. “Speaking.”
“Hello, Ms. Rogers. I see that you have landed yourself in quite a predicament.”
Faith turned to face Kurse, who was playing around with pebbles between his legs. His fangs glistened in the high noon light.
Faith replied, irritated. “Who am I speaking to?”
“I’m an Agent at PEACE, Ms. Rogers. I’m sure you’ve heard of us.”
Of course, she knew who PEACE was. The government organization sought peace between humans and supernatural creatures alike, but not meaning it. It was a story she’d been researching on her own for years.
Faith stayed silent and allowed the agent to continue. The man’s voice was flat and monotone.
“Your demon appears to have diplomatic immunity due to his status as a king in his demon realm. Therefore, he cannot be detained, but he must be contained.”
“What do you mean?” Faith asked, watching Kurse fiddle with the stones.
“He listens to you, but he is still a danger. He may not be telling the truth about what he wants from you or the earth.”
Faith knew how these dealings usually worked. PEACE claimed to want harmony between all the races, but she found many holes in their claims within her research. Her brain said to leave, but her heart pleaded for the story.
“Okay. I want to be guaranteed immunity as well if he hurts me. I don’t know anything about this fucking thing either.” Faith turned to see if Kurse had heard her. She had no idea if demons had an ultra-powered hearing or not.
“Delightful. Thank you, Ms. Rogers. We will be in contact soon.” Agent Keppler hung up without another word. Faith shoved the phone back into her pocket and crossed her arms.
“What the fuck am I doing,” she said as she walked toward this creature. He had initially been so absurd, violent, and manic, but now he appeared downtrodden. Was this whole fated mate business actually true?
“Kurse,” Faith whispered.
He looked at her with his jaundice colored eyes. His lips curled over his gums in what perhaps he felt was a smile. She tried not to recoil from the sight.
“Let’s go to my place—you’re mine to look after now,” Faith said, stepping away rapidly.
Kurse stood up, and his tail smashed against the concrete. Faith huffed and once again wondered about the kind of deal she had just made.
5
KURSE
Kurse was squished into the back of a tiny motor vehicle. Faith instructed him to lean down so far that his lower back was almost hitting the ceiling. They remained silent for the entire drive, other than Kurse hitting the roof of the car intermittently with his head.
After parking, Faith pointed to the balcony that was hers, on the third floor. Instead of taking the elevator like Faith had tried to explain, Kurse leapt up to her floor in one fell swoop. Faith had disappeared, so he smashed through the glass to enter her dwelling.
There was a couch in the middle of a small room, facing an abnormally small screen. Kurse cringed at the size and started touching paintings and photographs on the wall when Faith burst in.
“Kurse!” She yelled at him.
Kurse’s shoulders shook as he dropped the photograph he had been holding. It had been his fated mate with another, unimpressive human. He was glad that he had broken it.
“You broke through my sliding door?” Faith trotted past him and picked up pieces of shattered glass.
Kurse shrugged, “There wasn’t any way in.”
Faith sighed, then grabbed him by his claw. She didn’t shudder when she touched it, which was a good sign. She brought him to the couch and forced him down. His back slammed against the wall, leaving a dent.
“There is literally no space made to house you,” Faith said as she left the room.
Kurse tried to sit still, but he noticed the light sound of chattering. The whole day had made him peckish beyond belief, so he breathed in through his significantly round nostrils and followed the scent.
