Page 6 of Demon Stalked
“Too needy.”
“Too ugly.”
“Too tiny.”
“Too…gray.”
“Too stinky.”
I can see the lanky worker returning with an older woman, who appears to be his manager.
“May I help you with anything?” she asks, her eyes giving me an appreciative once-over. I resist the urge to growl at her and then gouge out her eyes. My body belongs to Katrina, thank you very much. She can take her ‘fuck me’ eyes and shove them up her ass.
The only person going upmyass is Katrina with a dildo.
Mmm.
“Yes.” I smile cruelly, and both workers take an automatic step backwards. I’ve been told I have a quite scary smile. It really makes me feel good about myself. “I’ll take them all.”
* * *
“Roxy! Hold still, you adorable fucker!”I hiss as the dog barks happily, wiggling in my arms.
Finally, I manage to wrangle a pretty pink bow around her neck before moving to the next cage. This one is the fat tabby from earlier, lazily licking his paws as if he doesn’t give any shits that I just saved his pussy ass from being euthanized.
“Your turn for a bow!” I say cheerfully, and he merely blinks golden eyes at me.
“Akor…” Raz appears in the doorway, practically jumping out of his skin when a cat jumps up on the ledge beside him and begins to nuzzle his shoulder. “What the fuck is going on here?”
I smile brightly as I secure the final bow on the thirteenth animal. “A present. For Katrina.”
“You gave her…”
“Cats and dogs, yes. And these aren’t even raining.” I lean forward to whisper conspiratorially. “Apparently, it actually rains men.”
“For fuck’s sake…” He plucks the cat off the shelf, but instead of putting her immediately down, he begins to rub her soft fur. The cat purrs in contentment and allows her eyes to flutter shut, a dopey grin on her kitty face. “You can’t give Katrinathis.”
“Why the fuck not?” I retort immediately, hurling daggers with my eyes at the leader of our murder. I love the guy like a brother, I do, but I sort of want to kill him right now. Painfully.
I don’t even know why, except for the fact that his declaration sent Katrina running. For as long as I live, I’ll never be able to forgive him for that. Ever. And we live a fucking long time.
So long as a stupid angel doesn’t kill us.
“For one, she’s living in a hotel. Did you even bother to check if the hotel allows animals?” He quirks an eyebrow as I wave away his words with a flick of my wrist.
“Semantics. Rules are arbitrary, after all. Meant to be broken.”
“Secondly,” he continues on, piercing me in place with his dark stare, “you can’t expect Katrina to take care of twenty—”
“Thirteen.”
“—animals.” He throws his arms up in the air. “It’s absurd.”
“Obviously, I’ll help. I’ll be the best damn animal daddy in the world.” I grab Rocky and give her golden head a kiss. “This will be practice for when we have real babies.”
“Jason will get jealous,” Raz points out, and the smile slips from my face. I completely forgot that I am already an owner to a zombie-dog-human creature. Oops.
Jason was a football player who I may or may not have accidentally killed. And when I say “may have,” I actually mean I did.
