Page 40 of The Demon's Pet

“All I own are my books,” I said. “But we probably can’t bring them. I need some clothes, if we don’t have somewhere to stop for more.”

“I can procure clothes for my pet,” Sam said. “I’m not a complete incompetent. I can buy you books as well.”

“My books are special to me,” I said. “You asked what I wanted.”

He pursed his lips and gave me another extended stare, then nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Apparently, my parents slept like the dead because he was out and shutting the door behind him without any fussing.

He walked over to me, putting a small black fabric bag in his pocket and handing me a pair of jeans and a tee shirt he’d grabbed.

“Where are my—”

He pulled out the small sack again. “It’s enchanted so that anything I put in it is stored in the void and thus takes up no room here. Your books and things are inside. I’ll carry it for now.”

My eyes were wide as he tucked the little sack back into his tunic. I’d never heard of such magic.

“Did you want to say good-bye to your parents?” Sam asked.

I shook my head. “They had stones in their hands last I saw them… before they started running.”

He gave me a sadistic grin. “Did you hit them at least? Once you sent rocks flying?”

“How did you know that’s what happened?”

“I guessed,” he said cryptically, walking toward the wheat field where I’d tried to escape before.

“Look, I don’t get any of what is happening. You kissed me in the stocks, and you brutally murdered Zane. Why should I trust you?”

He sent me an impatient look over his shoulder, then shook his head. “You ask the most idiotic questions.”

I gasped. “That’s so rude!”

“I never said you should trust me. Only that death was your other option. Now be quiet while I decide what we’re doing next.”

I muttered to myself, feeling my wolf rising within me beneath the surface. Maybe I could still run from this guy.

“I have an execution not far from here. In a reserve at the base of the mountains to the west.” He put his hands on his hips. “Put on those clothes. I think we’ll have to fly.”

“I can fly?” I looked down at the clothes, then the wheat field we were in the midst of. “Where am I supposed to change?”

“Here,” he said. “It’s the best I can do in terms of privacy.”

“Look away.”

To my surprise, he did.

I quickly changed, then balled up the bloody dress and tossed it to the side.

He grinned, looking down at my tee, which was black and read:Warning: Possessed.

I’d bought it as a joke at the thrift store in my extra rebellious days.

I supposed it was true now. And the jerk had picked it on purpose to remind me of that fact. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

I looked at the wheat field ahead of me, then felt my wolf rise, and I wondered once again if I couldn’t just take off on him.

After all, he planned to use me and then kill me when all of this was done. I couldn’t be won over by him simply bringing my books.

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