Page 39 of The Demon's Pet

“You don’t have it. I just looked outside. The sun will rise soon, and the pack will start arriving for the execution. We need to be out before then.”

“But you told Gabe you’d smooth things over,” I said.

He shook his head. “I’ll leave a note. No one here would dare question celestials. But the alpha here hates your guts. I don’t want to have to fight and kill him in front of the pack. It wouldn’t be good for people’s perception of celestials.”

“You don’t really act like an angel,” I said quietly. “Not like the others at all.”

“Thank you,” he retorted, walking over to the desk to pick up the ring of keys.

“So, omega, what will it be?”

“My name’s Cleo.”

“Cleo, my pet, what will it be?”

I looked down at the floor and then up into Sam’s eyes.

His looks, the feeling of power around him, everything bespoke angel. But those eyes, the way they burned, made me feel like I was facing a demon after all.

But the whole world was out there waiting, and even if all I did was get to see it and have my vengeance before I died, then that would still be more life than I had in the morning.

“I’ll do it,” I said.

Sam nodded, putting the key in the lock and turning it. “Good choice, pet.”

9

As I walked out of the jail behind Sam, I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

I’d been rescued, sort of.

By the bad boy of the celestials.

I’d also learned a bit about him in the process.

He was from the ninth celestial realm, which was the highest in the sky realms.

And the other angels couldn’t go against what he said.

Which meant I was probably totally at his mercy, as a mortal and his pet.

But he took off my wolf-restraining collar immediately, which I appreciated.

“Which direction is your house?” he asked, as morning light beamed over the mountains.

“Why?”

“We need to get your things. Some clothing, anything important to you,” he said.

Well, that was oddly thoughtful for a psychopath.

I led him to my house and, when I got there, lost my nerve just before I opened the door.

“What do you need?” he asked. “I’ll go in and get it. If I see your parents, I’ll explain. They’re probably upset over this whole business.”

“No,” I said. “I guarantee they aren’t. They’ve always hated me.”

He gave me a long, cool look, then nodded and opened the door to the house without even knocking.

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