Page 51 of Demon Loved
Three. Two. One. Talk.
The words spill out in a rush. But hey, at least they’re coherent. Somewhat.
“William. The song was nice, but I’m taken. So yeah… I mean no. No to you, I mean. Okay, good talk. I’m gonna go now.”
William’s hand shoots out, and he grabs my arm. His smile isn’t very nice now, not charming at all. In fact, it looks a little creepy.
“No? You mean…you canresistme?” His eyes slide to Tim, disbelief written all over his expression.
Oh man, talk about arrogant.
“Um, yeah. Sorry. Well, not really sorry, because you’re kind of being weird.”
“Me, weird?!” William’s face drops in shock as he brings his hand to his chest, his entire countenance morphing to disgust. “You just meowed at me after I serenaded you with a heartfelt, romantic song!”
I shrug. It’s true. “Well, I’m too weird for you, I guess. Because my guys get it.”
“Guys…” William sputters.
I guess the gossip hasn’t made it all the way to the kitchen yet.
Great.
Stepped in that one. Smelling it. Not fun.
“Okay now, I’m going.” I’m just gonna, you know, casually disappear into the floorboards and become a puddle of Katrina-goo that Akor can lap up with his tongue.
Tim suddenly speaks before I can make my escape—let it be noted that Tim is the perfect study partner because he hardly ever speaks. Except to answer—saying, “Why?”
I crook a brow. “Why what?”
“Why the fuck are theywithyou?” Wade finishes Tim’s question. Or it seems like he does anyway. And of course, he’s as fucking offensive as possible. Because that’s Wade.
“Um…” How do I explain our relationship to humans? Damn. I should have prepared for this. There could be an entire decathlon quiz on the subject of demon mates. Except no one else would believe it. I settle for saying, “Eat a dick, Wade.”
There.
That was even coherent.
Go me.
I turn with a smile to see Zolroth leaning against the doorframe, watching me and grinning proudly. His pride in me makes me beam.
Akor appears at his shoulder, and before I know it, a ceramic chicken flies through the air and beans William in the head. The football player slumps over the keg, and Akor raises his hands in the air. “Two points!”
I roll my eyes as people around us gasp. They have zero clue how subdued that was for my Akor. I reach up for one of his hands and say, “Great job, honey. Now, let’s get out of here.”
Each of my demons wraps an arm around me, and we stride through the crowd, teenagers gaping and parting like we’re royalty.
“Where’d you get the chicken?” I ask.
“Always keep a spare in my pants. Usually it’s a rooster, but they were out last time I went shopping. So I had to settle for a cluck not a cock.” Akor shrugs.
One junior girl stares at me and shakes her head. “Mad respect,” she calls out.
“Eat your hearts out!” I quip.
“Can we?” Akor immediately perks up.
