“None that I’ve ever encountered before.” She pushed back her hair, feeling a layer of perspiration on her forehead despite the chill in the air. “Can you sense how many are out there?”
His attention shifted toward the back door, a dagger that was the size of a small sword in his hand.
“Just one.”
“Demon?”
“Yes.”
She frowned at his absent tone. “You don’t sound very certain.”
“My senses tell me that it’s a male Miera demon.”
“But?”
“But that species of demons are pacifist. They don’t have any offensive weapons.” He paused, his gaze still focused on the door. “At least none that are natural.”
Well something had nearly liquefied several of her vital organs.
“Could he have a human weapon?” she demanded.
Who knew what the humans were secretly building at Area 51?
Death rays . . . photon guns . . . light sabers.
“Anything’s possible,” he muttered.
“Great.”
Abruptly he turned to face her, his expression hard.
“Listen to me, Sally, I want you to—”
“No,” she interrupted.
His brows snapped together. “Can I at least finish?”
“No.”
“Dammit, Sally.”
“I know what you’re going to say.” She lowered her voice to mimic his sexy growl. “Sally, run away like a good little witch while I play the conquering hero.”
He made a sound of annoyance. “You read too many romance novels.”
True. She loved romance novels.
Why not?
It wasn’t as if she were ever going to have a real-life Prince Charming sweep her off her feet.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” She pointed a finger in his face. “You want me to run and hide while you stay and fight.”
He muttered a low curse, leaning forward until they were nose to nose.
“Would you rather I asked you to stay and fight while I run away?”
She held her ground, meeting him glare for glare.