figure it out before I leave here.
I scoot past one of the older Demons down here. The Serpent Demon is headed towards the sin bin, deep in conversation with another of his kind.
“Razor,” his companion hisses. “You took a risk. You’re supposed to be laying low.”
“Pah,” he spits out. “That little slut had it coming to her.”
“But was it even her? She had no powers.”
“It was her,” Razor says, full of confidence.
I’m about to leave them to their conversation when I’m stopped in my tracks.
“She looked at me with that fucking imperious look on her face. Entitled little bitch. Just cuz her father was the Devil doesn’t make Hell hers. I don’t know why she didn’t stop…”
“Stop what?” I ask harshly as I turn around, the rage bubbling up.
I pull my knife out of the back of my jeans, ready to gut these fuckers.
“Err, Shax, hey,” Razor says, giving me a cool smile.
“Stop. What?” I grit out, wondering what they meant about her having no powers.
“A bit of play last night,” he says with a casual shrug. “You know how she is.” He lets out a lewd laugh, grabbing his crotch. “She likes it rough.”
I give him a look of utter disgust and stow the blade. I have no desire to hear about my sister’s “playtime”.
What concerns me is the part about her having no powers.
“Touch her again and you’ll die slowly, painfully by my hand,” I inform them both and storm off to look for Annabelle and find out what the fuck is going on.
14
Drescal
I stare into her green eyes and I totally lose my cool. I have never been nervous around a female since I set foot in Incubus training school. She is right. It is what I was made to do. But now, standing here, looking at her, looking at me with an expression that I can’t even begin to figure out, my palms start to sweat.
“Say something?” I croak out.
“Uhm,” she stammers.
I relax. She is as nervous about this declaration as I am, but she hasn’t told me to go and fuck myself. I take that as a good start to a negotiation that I know is going to be steep, long-winded and over-thought out by her.
She pulls her hands back and starts to pace.
“Drescal,” she says, coming to a stop in front of me a few moments later. “I appreciate what you’re offering, I really do, but…”
“No!” I snap at her, feeling this about to slip away. “Don’t overthink it, please, Anna. Go with how you feel right now.”
“If I do that and you turn out to be some loser that I can’t stand, where does that leave us?” she asks quietly.
“Loser?” I ask with scorn, looking down at myself. “Do I look like a loser to you?”
“Well, not right now but it’s further down the line I’m worried about. You are sexy as fuck because of what you do. If you aren’t doing it anymore, then what are you?”
“Ouch,” I mutter. That was a serious blow to my ego. “I will find something to do. Roberta can reassign me.”
“It doesn’t work that way, Dres. You know it as well as I do.”
“So you’re saying no because of something that hasn’t even happened yet and may never happen? How do you know that I won’t remain sexy as fuck as an ex-Incubus?”
“You will never be ex,” she points out. “It will always be in you. You will always want the chase, the kill.”
“Oh, so this is really about that?” I ask, getting really confused. She is trying to talk herself out of it by using everything she thinks she knows about me.
“Yes! No! I don’t know!” she shrieks and spins around to walk away from me. “I want it,” she adds quietly. “I’m worried that if I let you in and love you, you will hurt me.” She turns back around with a ferocious look on her face, “And then I will have to kill you.”
I chuckle at her. “The way I see it, I can only really hurt you in one way. By sleeping with another woman. I’m telling you that isn’t going to happen. Please, Anna, you have to trust me.”
“Why? Why do I have to trust you?”
“Because if you don’t, you will never find what you are looking for,” I say, knowing I am risking my life for it but needing her to hear it.
“How do you know what I’m looking for?” she asks, tilting her head, her cloud of red hair