Page 57 of Demon Kissed
And Akor can plead with me all he fucking wants to, but he still murdered him. Jason’s blood is still staining his hands like a scarlet letter.
“What did you do?” Raz’s voice is a guttural growl—more demon than human—when he materializes mere inches from me. I jump, startled, but he ignores me and strides towards the trembling, pink-haired demon.
“I didn’t fucking mean to!” Akor shouts, pulling at the short blond sides of his hair, staining them red. Abruptly, he collapses to the ground, a strangled sound escaping his parted lips. “He fell. Hit his fucking head on the dumpster. I. Didn’t. Mean. To!” The last words are a scream, a cry into the abyss, willing for someone to hear him. But instead of looking at his leader, his gaze is focused solely on me. “I swear to you that it was an accident.”
“The dumpster, you say?” Van’s voice is as nonchalant as one would be when discussing the weather. Turning towards the lust demon, I watch him place a finger to his chin, tapping slightly. “Fuck, I think there are cameras over there.”
“Van, can you remove the footage? Kastros, I need you to clean up the site. Zolroth, you’re with me and Akor. We need to bring this body with us.” Raz spits out orders as fast as one of those automated baseball pitching machines.
“Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!” I’m borderline hysterical at the moment. Honestly, can you fucking blame me? Akor justkilleda man, for fuck’s sake. “Shouldn’t we call, I dunno, the cops or something?” A deranged snort of laughter escapes me before I can rein it in, and then it just goes downhill from there. I don’t know if I want to scream, cry, or laugh hysterically, so instead, I do an awkward combination of all three. The final result isprobablythe equivalent of a parrot getting anally fucked by a hyena.
But, like, a girl can’t say for sure. (Fine. But “zootube” was an accidental typo, okay? Then curiosity won out. But my questionable internet history isn’t what’s important right now.)
“Van?” Raz raises a single eyebrow, and that one, eloquent look speaks paragraphs.
“On it.”
Before I can protest, before I can scream, Van is dragging me back in the direction of the bowling alley.
“What are we doing? Van? Van!” When he refuses to answer, beautiful lips pressed into a straight, stubborn line, I hiss, “Fuck you.”
Ignoring my tantrum, Van enters the building and bypasses the line until he’s standing directly in front of the counter.
Directly where I saw Jason only a few hours earlier.
Oh. My. God.
Tears prick my eyes instinctively, as they would when you mourn any life that was taken away too soon, but I remind myself to keep a level head.
You can’t fall apart now, Katrina. Give it a few more minutes until you’re alone.Thenyou can have a complete mental breakdown, m’kay?
The young woman now manning the counter blinks repeatedly up at Van. Her eyes glaze over, and her lips part slightly as crimson enters both of her cheeks. From her flustered reaction, there’s no denying that she’s thinking very, very dirty thoughts aboutmylust demon.
Fuck her.
And fuck Van too.
Hell, let’s just fuck all of the demons.
“Hey, darling,” Van coos in a voice capable of making most ladies cream their pants. I just saw the dead body of my classmate, and even I want to hump his leg like he’s a one-cent horse at the grocery store.
This girl stands no fucking chance.
The pheromones Van emits are almost palpable, tasting bitter on my tongue. He exudes raw sex—the type of sex that demands you stand on a table, whip off your shirt, and then wave it above your head like a lasso. You want to get wild and lose yourself. You want to lose yourself inhim.
“Can you do me a favor?” He flashes her a sultry smile, one I imagine he’s used thousands of times before.
One that instantly causes my hackles to raise.
And then I remember…
Dead body.
Jason.
Minivan.
Family 4 Life!
