Page 46 of Reaping Demons

“Deeper how?”

He shrugged. “Fucked if I know.”

“How did you even hear about this mess?” I asked, indicating the shop.

“A local cop by the name of Wendell who also happens to be a reaper. He came to the shop when he heard about a disturbance over the police scanner.”

“Oh god, not the coppers again,” I moaned. “They already have me on their suspect list for the murders.”

“You don’t have to worry about them. They came, took a look, and declared it vandalism.”

“Thank fuck. I’m pretty sure Detective Williams has it out for me.” I could only imagine what he’d think if he saw the damage here.

“You’ll be fine.” Cain glanced around and continued to frown.

“What are you looking for?”

“Wendell. He was the one who sent in the report and stated you should be brought to see the message in person.”

Being suspicious, I asked, “How does this Wendell know about me?”

“Word got around about the new witch I brought back.”

“And why did he think I needed to see this in person?”

“I don’t know. Hence why I brought you.”

“This feels like a setup,” I grumbled.

“Agreed.”

I glanced at him. “Excuse me?”

“As you said earlier, this could have been sent in a picture. Wendell demanding your presence is completely outside of protocol. Only rarely do we bring witches to the scenes of demon attacks. Then add in the fact Wendell isn’t here and—”

“It’s a trap!” I concluded.

“Yes.”

“And you dragged me into it?” I hit him again. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do that?”

He arched a brow. “How else would I trigger it?”

“No, no triggering it. Fuck that. Pull out your thing-a-ma-bobby teleporter and get me out of here.”

“But we haven’t yet seen who wanted you here and why.”

“Good, because I doubt I’m interested,” I yelled.

“Calm down.”

“I will not calm down. I don’t like demons. I don’t like this. And right now, I really don’t like you.”

“I told you already, no harm will come to you.”

“Says the man who walked me into a possible trap. But here’s the thing, you don’t have the right to make that kind of decision for me. I do not consent,” I reiterated. “So take me to the castle.” A funny thing to say aloud even as I was not amused.

He might have replied, only the front door of the shop opened. Given what he’d just said about this being a trap, I did the smart thing.

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