Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped (The Guild Codex Demonized #3) - Annette Marie Page 0,2

mind,” I muttered, fighting the urge to squirm against his immovable strength, “how do you know I was going to win?”

“Do not let your opponent distract you.”

Had he brought up the mind-reading thing to fluster me? I swallowed the hysterical laugh bubbling in my throat and tugged at his encircling arm. “Let me go.”

Instead of obeying, he slid the carton of cinnamon buns off the table and dropped it on my lap. “We will share the prize.”

“You want to share?” Him? Mr. Selfish?

“We will share … if you explain what makes your face change to red.”

“What?” I shoved hard, twisting free from his arm. The cinnamon bun container tumbled to the floor. “What kind of offer is that?”

“You lost. I will share my prize, but I want something else.”

“Then keep your prize,” I grumped, straightening my sweater. I stalked to my bedroom, but as I stepped through the door, I couldn’t resist glancing over my shoulder.

Zylas already had his teeth buried in an icing-drizzled bun. He angled his head, catching my eye. More heat rushed into my face and I fled into my room, shutting the door tightly behind me.

Breathing hard for no reason, I dropped onto my bed and rubbed my cheeks with both hands. Why was I so bashful? I shouldn’t be blushing like this. Zylas was a demon—a demon with no respect for personal boundaries. The more his invasions of my space annoyed me, the happier he seemed.

I lowered my hands from my face, a smile pulling at my lips. This time, though, he’d overplayed his hand. What he’d revealed had been well worth the embarrassment.

He couldn’t read all my thoughts.

How much sleep had I lost worrying about what he could hear in my head or how his demon brain interpreted it all? If he was in the dark about everything I preferred to keep private, that meant he didn’t know why I blushed when he touched me, or why he sometimes caught me staring at him, or why I’d freaked out when he’d stripped us half-naked in a storm drain.

Especially that last incident. I really hoped he had no clue about that one.

Feeling newly cheerful, I fished under my bed and dragged out a thin metal case. Time to get to work.

“Egeirai, angizontos tou Athanou, lytheti,” I declared, my hand splayed across the cool steel top.

The box lit up with white runes, and I opened the lid. The Athanas Grimoire lay on top, its worn leather cover shiny from handling—though little of it recent. Carefully lifting out the book, I collected my notebook from underneath it, stacked it and the grimoire on my pile of reference texts, and carried everything into the living room.

Zylas had shifted to the sofa, lying sideways across it as he shoved half a fluffy cinnamon bun into his mouth.

“You’re going to choke,” I warned him.

Ignoring me, he swallowed his mouthful without chewing.

I tidied the deck of cards, then spread my books out and sat cross-legged behind the coffee table, using the sofa as a backrest. Zylas’s tail hung off the cushions beside me.

Tucked inside my notebook were my mother’s notes and translations, but I’d yet to figure out which pages of the grimoire they corresponded with. I shifted them aside to reveal my translation of the first page of the grimoire. Quiet awe slid through me every time I looked at the list.

Fourteen names stretching back over four thousand years, all belonging to my ancestors. Each sorceress had taken on the meticulous task of recopying the aging grimoire to preserve its knowledge, and I would be the fifteenth name on that list. The grimoire had last been recopied over three hundred years ago, the longest gap in its history.

As I scanned the list, my attention caught on a name: Myrrine Athanas. She was the fifth sorceress to have copied the grimoire, an ancestor from millennia ago.

Lower lip caught between my teeth, I flipped back to my mother’s notes and read the top page.

Insertions from Myrrine Athanas—direct descendant of Anthea??

3 5 passages added to her grimoire copy, not from original book

Journal entries?

Could be more, need to check to end

Myrrine mentions Λευκ?? – Leukás?

Leucadia, island in the Ionian Sea on the west coast of Greece

1000-700 BC?

Was she the first summoner to disobey the 12 warning???

I reread the last line several times. When I’d reviewed her notes before, I’d assumed “12 warning” was supposed to be “12 warnings” and she’d missed a letter. Figuring I’d eventually find these warnings, I hadn’t paid much attention