Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 35173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
He poured me a martini, and well, he was done before I could protest.
He slid it over, dark humor mingling with that mean glint.
The mean glint was always there, because he was a demon. I was trying not to let my hackles get worked up about it, but this was Trey and that was hard to do. He was a cocky asshole on a good day, which said a lot for him being a demon. That basically said he was a good guy.
“On the house if you drink it and leave when you’re done.”
There were so many loopholes with that one. I took it and looked around. “There’s a lot of humans in here.”
“We cater to humans too.”
I gave him a look. There were more than the normal amount they usually let in.
He indicated my drink. “Drink, then go.”
Yeah, yeah.
I would drink it, and when I was done with why I came here, then I would leave. Easy-peasy. Contract fulfilled.
Trey narrowed his eyes, suspicion pinching his eyebrows together as I took my drink and stepped backwards. I was hoping to vanish into the crowd, like actually vanish, but I didn’t have that type of power. Well, not without—never mind.
So, I had a drink. Point given.
I didn’t know where Nik was. Point taken away.
I moved through the club, keeping to humans. They were drunk and annoying, but they didn’t want to potentially use me—a guy’s hand fell to my ass at that moment and he curved his body around mine. His mouth came to my ear right as he squeezed me. “Hey, baby. How you doi—”
I switched my drink to my other hand, reached up, and grabbed his wrist.
I slid a thumb over his artery, and he paused. I felt his swift intake of breath, and saw the excitement spike in his energy.
I took a firm hold of his wrist and wrenched it.
A startled and strangled scream erupted from him, and his body fell away from me.
He went to his knees, cradling his arm, and he gaped at me with tears in his eyes. “You—you broke my wrist, you bitch!”
Ugh.
Maybe I wouldn’t hide among the humans after all.
I didn’t respond to him, just lifted my drink for a sip and kept on moving. He had two friends with him, so I was eyeing both, but they only went to his side. One jostled into his side, and a second scream came from him.
His buddies were drunk. One girl with their group was staring at the broken-wrist guy in shock. Her eyes were wide and blinking, before she transferred her gaze to me. More blinking. Eyes still just as big, and she shook her head before she went over to his side.
I moved farther away, slipping around another wave of humans. Then, a second.
I couldn’t see Nik anywhere on the first floor. I couldn’t sense her energy either. That meant she was in an upper level, and that meant more security.
Just as I was heading for one of the stairs, I felt a shift in the air and glanced back.
The broken-wrist guy was standing and pointing to me. Two of the security guards were with him. One I knew. He was a demon, and like Trey, he didn’t like me either. His eyes shuddered black for a bit.
Crap. That wasn’t a good sign.
Also, there were a lot of demons here too. I was seeing way more than the normal amount for them.
Trey reached for his radio, and yep, totally needed to hurry my ass along. I didn’t have time to be Veronica Mars.
I was moving along one of the back hallways, going from the second-floor bar to the third level when suddenly that black energy from outside engulfed me.
A hand gripped my arm.
I had a moment’s notice to give a squeak, see my drink splash, and I was dragged into a room.
Not good. Not good at all.
5
Who’s The Big Bad?
“What are you doing here?”
I recognized Nik’s hiss, and relaxed. Fuck, I thought the Big Bad had gotten me.
We were in a janitor’s closet, and I felt for the light switch. Turning it on, I looked down first.
My drink was okay. I only lost a little bit of it.
I looked and saw my best friend in full demon mode.
“Whoa.”
I hadn’t seen her like this, ever.
“What?” She retracted her hand and stepped back. She began patting herself. “What?’
“You got your horns out.”
“What?!” Her hands flew to her head and she began feeling through her hair.
I was tempted to watch her keep feeling around before she figured it out, but also, she should know. The horns aren’t literal, but the shadows of the demon’s horn show when they’re feeling all-demony.
I’d never seen her horns’ shadows come out to play.
She kept patting, panicked, and I took pity.
“Stop.” I reached for her hand, pulling it down. “You know just the shadows show. You don’t actually grow horns while you’re up here.”