Page 8 of Demon Huntress
Slade watched as she spoke with an expert tone, her cadence void of wit and personality. He assumed she had met big idiots in her life, given that she was a woman. And a woman who was even remotely attractive and intelligent had their constant spats with enough utter fools to fill a Bible.
Slade nodded, placing his hands on the coffee table and leaning forward. Her blue eyes darted toward his hands like a knife slashing at his skin.
“Please don’t touch the circle,” she snapped.
Slade snapped his hands away, then took a step back. Her eyes were on the circle, herbs, crystals, and candles, but Slade still found it difficult to look at her. He had never been so taken with someone so quickly. That was a spell in itself.
“I’m going to light the candle and start the ritual,” she said. “The beginning is likely to antagonize the spirit, so you may easily get hit in the crossfire of flying items in the room. I suggest you leave if you don’t want to suffer its wrath.”
She looked up at Flash briefly, a mischievous smile crossing her pink lips. The look made Slade want to taste her.
“We’ll be fine,” Flash snapped back. “Just get this shit done already.”
“Is it better if we leave?”
He felt Flash’s stare burning a hole into the back of his head, but Slade didn’t care. He was already willing to walk across fiery coals for the woman that stood before him.
She shook her head. “No difference. Just stay mindful, is all.”
Slade sat on the couch opposite Flash, who gave him a glower that only the closest of friends could comprehend without words.
Cassandra proceeded to light the six candles that surrounded the dummy, breathed in deeply, then closed her eyes. The fire behind her silhouetted her frame, which merely enhanced her bountiful bosom and muscular thighs.
Slade made himself focus, listening to her chant in what he thought was maybe Latin. She held her palms open, and as soon as her voice slid up an octave, decorative plates pinned to the wall sailed across the room and crashed against the coffee table.
“Fuck!” Flash screamed.
Anything that was loose in the room came forward in a cascade of movement, swirling toward where Cassandra stood with her arms outstretched. She stood as still as a statue while the dummy on the table began to rattle against the surface, its wooden feet and hands drumming like a musician’s solo.
She rolled her tongue around in words that Slade didn’t understand, but the sigh of the pink appendage turned him on in ways he wouldn’t ever want to admit. She had so much strength and power, and he wanted to know both of them intimately.
Eventually, the drumming of the dummy against the table ceased, along with the swirl of loose items around the room. Cassandra’s eyes snapped open the moment everything in the room came to a standstill.
Slade found himself holding his breath as the dummy began to float in the air, then took one step, then another, and darted in his and Flash’s direction.
They instinctively shifted into their wolf forms, with him bursting out in fiery-red fur and Flash in shades as black as night. Flash captured the dummy in his jaws, snapping it in half, while Slade took its loose legs in his mouth and ripped them like splitting a twig in half.
Slade then whipped the doll into the fireplace, where it exploded with a hail of a firestorm at the moment of impact. Cassandra remained impartial, watching them as they shifted back into human form, standing before her utterly nude.
She crossed her arms, and that devilish smirk returned. She had a way of peering under her eyelids that made her even more mysterious and, thus, alluring.
“That was certainly different,” she said, voice dusky and palpable in the dim.
Flash didn’t give a shit that his cock was swinging in the wind, but Slade did. He took his ripped T-shirt from the floor and covered his private bits, much to Cassandra’s amusement.
She let that pink delight slip between her lips again as she began to gather up her things and place them in her pack of wonders.
“Now, if you gentlemen don’t mind,” she said, “I have work to get to in the morning.”
Slade frantically searched his mind for something to say to keep her here while Flash tried strapping on what was left of his mangled underwear.
“Where do you work?” Slade asked politely.
As she spoke casually, she was still putting her things back in her bag, carefully and delicately, like it was all made of glass. “I work at Phar-Scape.”
Slade didn’t have even a millisecond to respond. He felt Flash’s heart surge with rage as he lunged at Cassandra, wrapping his meat hooks of a hand around her throat. He slammed her small body against the wall next to the fireplace and snarled at her with foam pouring from his receding gum.
“What did you just say?” he growled so deeply that the items that had been cast onto the floor shook like an earthquake.
