Page 68 of Demon Loved
Thankfully, he’s been teaching me, so I understand a little.
I definitely know he tells Zolroth and Akor to guard the rear, partially because Akor says, “I always guard my rear, especially after the time Van tried to stick his horn up—”
“Shut it. I hear something,” Zolroth tells him.
I’m not allowed to look, because Kastros suddenly yanks my hand and Raz fills the space behind me. I’m mashed between them, face turned sideways as they step closer, as though squeezing all the air out of me will somehow keep me safer.
Two sets of wide, strong pecs press against me. Two heartbeats sound in my ears. Two sets of hands drag up my sides, curling around me, trying to tug me in opposite directions.
Is it wrong that I’m totally turned on right now?
Because, despite whatever looming danger is out there, being the center of a Kastros and Raz sandwich is somehow this perfect fantasy that I never even knew I wanted before now.
But now…oh God.
Wait.
Can I think that in Heaven?
That won’t, like, summon him, will it?
Definitely do not want company right now.
I try to shove away my completely out-of-control thoughts and listen in case my other demons are in trouble. Because if they are, I’ll…bore the angels to sleep with economic facts from the Great Depression.
I gulp when I hear Van whimper, and my heart feels like that bolt of lightning that just hit the floor has hit me instead. Anxiety lights me up. Fuck.
“What’s going on?” I whisper.
But Raz and Kastros don’t answer. Kastros flips around, still holding my hand. They shuffle down the steps with me sandwiched in between them like it’s second nature. They’re so fast, we practically fly down the stairwell.
I crane my neck, trying to see what’s behind us, but Raz has his wings up. When we round a bend in the stairs, one of his dark wings drops slightly. That’s when I see it.
A damned llama. The thing is so white that it practically glows as its tall ears flick forward. It’s barreling down the stairs and curls its lips back over its teeth.
And then, I shit you not, that fucker spits fire.
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I duck back behind Kastros,clinging to him, trying not to shriek and give us away. But I do whisper viciously at them, “What the fuck is going on? Heaven has attack llamas?”
“Apparently,” Raz replies, spreading his wings to block a new jet of flame.
My heart flares up, but the flame doesn’t burst through his wings. His face contorts a little, but just like with the sunflower field, he’s able to stop the fire from reaching me.
“I can make them go splat!” Akor cheerfully offers from behind us.
“No, we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves! We don’t have time to hide bodies, dimwit!” I hear Zolroth say.
“There’s a second one! I can lust them?” Van offers.
“Do it!” Raz orders as we sprint past a landing with an open archway on either side leading off to rooms that flash by so quickly, I can’t see in. “Kastros, next doorway, we’re through it!”
Kastros gives a nod.
There’s a pulse in the air, like a sudden pressure change, that makes my ears pop, and suddenly, my lady bits are on fire.
