Page 71 of Demon Loved
“We need to hurry,” I tell the guys, and I can see on their faces that they all feel the same.
Van’s face is even a little red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“No apologies. Let’s just find that damned assignment book and figure out which angels have been harassing you,” I tell him, running a comforting hand down his arm.
Voices sound in the hall, and Raz shoves us backwards into the room we’d been trying to leave. We all line up on either side of the cloud archway, our backs against the walls, not daring to breathe, as two angels walk up the steps and discover the humping llamas.
“What in goodness’s name is that?” a male angel asks.
I hear a grunt before some very sloppy kissing echoes and two low-toned groans start. “Lift your robe,” another male angel voice orders.
“Through the arch!” the other says.
A very loud ass-smack echoes through the cloud hallway. That makes my cheeks flame. Clouds shouldn’t echo. Has someone heard us?
When they start moaning, Raz peeks out into the hall and then waves his hand for us all to follow. We scurry down the stairs to the next floor, all of us searching for the assignment room the other demon murder described.
All the while though, I’m on high alert. Between the llamas and the angels and the echoes, I’m pretty sure we’re about to draw a whole lot of attention.
We need to get the hell out of Heaven. Fast.
25
Katrina
Heaven,apparently, has a library. Well, they don’t call it a library—it’s not a fancy enough term for them—but that’s totally what this room is.
As we stand at the threshold, my feet sinking into pink cotton candy-like fluff, I allow my eyes to travel over the numerous shelves protruding from the ground, each one a different shade of gold or starlight silver. Actually, now that I’m looking at them closely, I’m pretty sure theyaremade from starlight and sunlight. They almost seem to glimmer with an incandescent sheen.
There are thousands and thousands of shelves, each one filled with multi-colored books. There are no words on the spines, but you can tell each tome has been well taken care of and maintained over the years. Not a speck of dust is in sight.
In the far corner, there’s what appears to be a reading nook made up entirely of wispy white clouds, which look too intangible to sit on, and a tiny orb directly above.
It’s a book nerd’s wet dream, and I amsooohere for it.
“The Knowledge of Good and Evil,” Raz explains, not entering the room.
“Glorified, sexy library,” I correct immediately. Is that…? Is that drool on my chin? Damn.
“If I’m not mistaken, I think my cherry has a lady boner for this place,” Akor interjects from behind us. When I glance at him over my shoulder, his lips are pushed out into a petulant pout and his eyes flash with murder. “I’ll burn it to the fucking ground.”
I roll my eyes at him—my standard “dealing with Akor” reaction—before focusing once more on the glorious,gloriousroom. I can just picture myself running through the shelves, the soft cloud carpeting tickling my bare feet. My hands caressing each individual book. Perching daintily on the cloud seat and—
“Fucking hell, Trina.” Van leans forward and wipes at the drool. “I sense more lust on you than I did when we were fucking.”
Akor looksreallymurderous now. Come to think of it, all of my demons look as if they want to start a fire with all of these books.
But books or boys…
Is therereallya correct answer? Boys give you orgasms, but books give you book boyfriends. I mean, if I had to choose one…
“Katrina! Focus!” Zolroth snaps his fingers in front of my face, and if I wasn’t so out of it, I would’ve been pissed. Instead, I blush sheepishly and glance around at my assembled murder. Kastros is peeking down the hall, ensuring we haven’t been followed, while Raz scouts the library—excuse me, the pretentious Knowledge of Good and Evil—without actually entering.
“This is where we’re going to need you, baby girl.” Raz taps my ass gently, though his playful manner does little to dampen the franticness and panic in his eyes.
“Me?”
“Only a pure soul can enter certain areas, remember?” Van adds gently, tossing me a smile. I can’t help but note that it doesn’t meet his eyes—he’s as worried as Raz.
