Page 10 of Demon Huntress
Yeah, she would believe that. Demons are sneaky sons of bitches. But, again, what did experiments on shifters have to do with what demons wanted? She wondered if it had to do with altered emotions. “He wasn’t quick to anger before all that?” Her lips turned upward into a small bow.
Slade’s bewildered look disappeared, and he became the even-keeled wolf shifter she had presumed he was upon first meeting. He looked more and more handsome by the second, which made Cassandra feel a little uneasy.
“You’re very intuitive, aren't you?” he asked.
Cassandra felt a shiver run down her spine, and she shook it away fast.
“One has to be aware at all times when surrounded by demons,” she remarked, holding his gaze. “Potentially, anyway.”
Slade brought a hand to his jaw and traced the strong outline with his fingers, making Cassandra have to hold in a gasp that crawled up her throat.
“So yeah, that’s why hearing the name of that place set him off. I hope you can understand that. It was a very harrowing experience for him.”
Cassandra sympathized, knowing the sinister capabilities of demons intimately. If the demon was as powerful at Phar-Scape as she guessed, it would be capable of far worse atrocities than she had ever experienced in her demon-hunting career.
She moved around the desk and placed her hands behind her back, getting closer to Slade and his forest-like sandalwood scent. She leaned against the wood edge, subconsciously realizing that her pelvis aligned with his as she pressed her chest out.
“I don’t actually work for Phar-Scape,” she began, her voice low and earnest. “As a demon hunter, I have been tasked with infiltrating the organization to uncover the demonic conspiracy you speak of, the one that so deeply affected your friend.”
Slade’s deep-sea eyes grew wide in earnest, intrigue replacing the clear exhaustion he’d had. Which probably had lasted a lot longer than Cassandra could imagine.
“Oh?” he said, stroking his chin. “And your mission would be to kill the demon?”
His tone tickled something in the back of her neck. It was jovial and childlike, like when you first accidentally touch the hand of the boy you are crushing on.
“I would have to obtain information first,” she said flatly, looking down at her bag. “My organization and I don’t really know what they’re up to, so I need to figure that out first, then yes, hopefully, I get to kill a demon.”
A smile rose on her face. It had been so long since she had been so drawn to a man. To the point that she was ready to forgo her initial mission and forget all about what was frowned upon. It said a lot about her attraction.
Her sex pulsed when he stroked his chin, tracing the keen lines of his sculptured face. It took everything within her power to keep from letting her tongue escape from her lips and paint her plump mouth with a fresh coat of saliva.
Slade snapped his fingers, which took her out of her trance.
“I hope you are thinking what I’m thinking?” he said, smirking like an Old Spice ad.
Cassandra blinked heavily, searching her mind for wolf-shifter abilities that bordered on telepathy.
“Sorry?” The words slipped from her mouth softly.
“Well, you are tasked with getting into Phar-Scape, right?” he said, moving around the desk. “And Flash and I desperately want to make those fuckers pay for what they did to him. It seems like our goals line up quite well, don’t they?”
He sat on the desk beside her as she held on to her bag for dear life. She knew what he was asking, but the way he moved had cast a fresh gust of that sandalwood scent that she found so damn appealing. It tossed her thoughts around like fruit in a blender.
“I'm not entirely sure what you mean,” Cassandra said, zipping up her bag and positioning it to be lifted. “I can’t just go in there guns blazing and destroy this demon. I need intel first.”
She was trying not to look at Slade, but he was sitting so damn close. She slowly glanced up, the handle of her bag in hand, and watched him nod with gleeful enthusiasm.
“Oh, trust me, I know,” he said. “Flash will need a good talking to, but I know that once he has his focus narrowed, nothing is going to stop him.”
His eyes had brightened from their previous deep-sea state, looking almost like the baby blue of a fresh summer sky. His red hair remained wild, matching his state of inquiry.
Compared to his friend, Slade was remotely reasonable. He still attained that look of potential loss of control that Cassandra had seen in many shifters before, but his gleaming eyes said he was more mindful than his counterpart in that regard.
Even Flash appealed to Cassandra, which she would hate to admit. She had kept herself studious, diligent, and focused when it came to her work, which was why she had obtained such notoriety for success. But when it came to downtime, Cassandra was inclined toward running amuck, though she hadn’t allowed herself to do such a thing in what felt like a millennium.
Flash interested her in that fashion.
She squeezed the handles of her bag and looked back, which was daring, at Slade, who towered over her even though he was resting against the desk. The words came out of her mouth fast, firing like pistons, without much thought to their consequences.
