Demon's Trust (The Chronicles of Arcayos #1) - Raven Dark Page 0,55
me. Again. I will not hear your excuses this time.”
The horned demon circles in behind him again. The whip cracks and my back is flame.
I scream bloody murder and jerk awake.
Early morning sunlight stabs at my eyes. Panting, I glance frantically around me.
My scuffed-up secondhand dresser sits against the wall by the door. My clothes from last night still lie scattered on the floor. I’m not in a fiery hell dimension, and I’m not in a demon’s head being whipped by…
By Hazuldar.
I rake trembling hands through my curls. Was the other demon Arcayos?
The horned one said he failed. Failed to capture her. Her, who? I shiver.
I look beside me. The bed is empty. I’m alone. The apartment lies silent, except for Mister’s soft growling from somewhere in the room.
So that sexcapade last night was a dream. But what about the demon being whipped? Was that a dream too?
I wrap my arms around myself, laying my head on my knees and drawing deep, calming breaths. My whole body shakes with a chill even though the room is almost too warm.
Well, at least I didn’t fuck him.
Except there’s an all too familiar burning between my legs.
I draw back. Bruises encircle my wrists. And the side of my neck stings.
As if I’ve been bit.
Oh, hell no. He didn’t. I didn’t. We didn’t.
Except we did. I did the happy with a fucking demon.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but it does nothing to dispel the memory of us going at it like animals.
He’s doing something to make me want him. No way would I, Detective Cassidy Morgan, have sex with a creature from hell, or with a fucking suspect in a murder case. The knowledge that I fucked him feels as if I’ve taken bait with a hook in it. My stomach tightens.
I grab a pillow and throw it at the wall at the same moment Mister jumps on the bed.
The cat meows loudly and streaks out of the room.
“Mister, oh, no. I’m sorry.” Great, now I’m terrorizing my cat.
I climb out of the bed and stride across the room, finding him looking grumpily up at me in the hall. “I’m sorry, buddy. It’s not you.” I scoop him up, stroking him, but he won’t calm down.
“Why does the only guy in my life who isn’t a complete jerkoff have to have four legs and a tail?”
He squirms in my arms until I have no choice but to let him go.
“What’s wrong with you, cat?”
He looks crossly at me and wanders off, his back up.
There’s something sticking to my skin. I look down. Sticky, dried smears coat my belly, my breasts, my neck.
Oh, God.
Loathing boils in my blood. My core also clenches at the memory of Arcayos’ huge palm smearing his seed on my skin. That loathing burns white- hot.
“Ugh. I hate him.” I stomp off to the bathroom for a good long shower. “Champion my ass.”
And I just bet he ran out of here as soon as he could. I’m supposed to do that. That’s my thing, damn it.
I thump the door to the bathroom shut. Fuck, am I going to wind up pregnant with his kid now? I’m on the pill, but will that work with a fucking demon? Wait, do demons even have sperm? He’s half human. Does that mean he has half sperm?
I flick on the shower, letting out a broken, high-pitched sort of laugh. Great, he’s making me lose my ever-loving mind.
Under the hot spray, I scrub myself clean, trying to shut out the memory of a red-hot whip and a demon’s terror.
You failed me. Again.
I almost had her in my grasp.
Her, who?
Was it him?
Carefully picking out my curls in the mirror, I turn my head to the side and peer at my neck. A bruise. One that looks like it was made by sharp teeth.
I slap the hair pick down on the counter. “Wow. I hate him. I really hate him.”
And now I’m going to have to wear a scarf or something to work. In the baking summer heat. As if people already think I’m enough of a weirdo for wearing gloves all the time.
Maybe it’s a good thing he isn’t here, otherwise I’d punch him in the face.
Which would probably hurt me more than it would hurt him.
Once I’m dried off, I hang my towel on the rack and open the door. Steam rolls out of the bathroom. Mister is nowhere to be found. Still mad at me for smelling like Arcayos, I guess.