Page 2 of Demon Huntress
She flipped her phone out, dialing up Greg's number. He answered on the third ring. "Cassandra, long time no call." He spoke in a charming, teasing tone.
She adjusted her phone, opening another article. "Hey, Greg. I have a name for you to look up if you have a spare moment."
He softly chuckled. "Aww, can't even spare me five seconds to talk? You want to go straight to business?"
She scowled, and he laughed on the other end. "I'm kidding. What's the name?"
She rolled her eyes. She and Greg had worked together long enough that he knew she was always business. She rarely opened up to people, and that included him. He only knew what she wanted him to know about her.
"Phar-Scape. Can you find your way into their database and get me anything? I see they have an antidepressant they’re marketing, but I'm not seeing how this links. What would demons need with that?"
She heard him typing at his keyboard, and she looked at her breakfast which she hardly ate because she had to leave her room early enough to catch the demon.
She hadn't eaten since this morning, and it was well past ten p.m. now. She was used to pushing her hunger away when she was focused. She had to if she wanted to be one of the best.
Greg grumbled before he sighed. "They have really sound security, it looks like I can't access their database, but I can get into their human resources system if that's any help."
She thought about it, biting her nail for a moment. She nodded. She remembered reading that they were hiring. "Yes, put me down as one of the new hires in their assistant pool. I can get inside and find out what we need from there. I can figure out what demons are doing with a pharmaceutical company because I'm guessing nothing good."
She heard Greg typing once more. "You would probably be correct. Are you sure we shouldn't bring in other hunters? This is a big deal, and you might could use the extra backup."
She scowled, irritated. She hated when Greg brought up having another person working with her. She preferred to work alone, and he knew this. Sheneededto work alone. It was better that way. She could focus her entire attention on the job, and it would get done correctly.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't need anyone else on this case with me. Just add me to the pool, and I'll get everything from the inside."
"Cassandra." She noted the shift in his tone, the kind he used when he was worried. She didn’t like it. She didn’t want to hear him go on about her needing help.
She frowned. “Do we want a repeat of the last time I worked with someone? Because I don’t think we do.”
Greg fell silent, and she knew she had won. But she didn't win, though, because she didn't want to think about her past. She didn't want to think at all.
She hung up without saying anything and sighed, tossing her phone aside. She shook her head, not wanting to think about her concerns. She had no one to share her feelings or thoughts with. But that was how she wanted it, needed it.
She frowned, realizing just how lonely she was, but it was how it had to be. And after a while, she thought she would come to terms with it, but there were days she struggled. Today was one of them.
Chapter2
Flash
Flash was going to see this mission through, and he didn't care how many rules he had to break in the process. He knew the world wasn't black and white, and sometimes, he had to step over people to do what needed to be done.
He glanced at the palatial estate that he intended to break into. It belonged to Henry Crenshaw's accountant, and he'd been working too hard to wait for a chance to get inside. He couldn't wait anymore.
He’d been trying to get dirt on the Phar-scape ever since he was freed not that long ago. Thinking about where he was standing only made him angry. They deserved to all burn to the ground for what they did.
He still had nightmares from everything that he had to endure while they held him captive for years. God, he'd lost track of all the needles and the drugs they forced into his body. He was always weak, vomiting, and his body convulsed against everything, but there was nothing he could do. He was always in a state of absence. Until that one night when he escaped, and everything changed.
He'd been captured by Phar-Scape when he was nineteen. He didn’t remember how he got himself into the situation, but he had, and for years they did horrible experiments on him.
He remembered the cold sweats and the body shakes that started deep in his bones. He had constant headaches, and his vision never seemed right. Everything hurt all the time.
There were only slivers of his youth that he remembered. Otherwise, most of it was erased so they could create the perfect killer. Their plan would have worked if he hadn't been freed by Slade, who was a childhood friend who never gave up on him.
If Slade knew he was here right now, he'd probably beat the crap out of him for being so irrational. He couldn't help it, though. After being held for so long, his anger got the better of him.
He had tried to learn to keep it together, but it was one of his weak spots. He couldn't. He was like a broken record, and little by little, more of his pieces came together, but there were plenty of pieces that didn't fit, and every once in a while, he broke it apart to start all over again.
He shook his head and glanced over the garden. He almost forgot he was on a mission. He needed to stay out of his head. It was never wired right, and it was always better when he worked. He didn’t have to think. He could always ask for forgiveness later.
