Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,104

him. His hand keeps wandering to my thigh, and eventually, I have to put my backpack on my lap just to get him to stop.

Wade, Darrel, and Tim keep making moaning noises in my direction. Kastros has a death grip on the steering wheel for nearly the entire drive.

The only person who doesn’t give me either a death stare or a hard time about it is Raz. He’s too busy staring out the window, probably wondering if the terms of their summons are technically fulfilled so they can move on to the next thing.

That thought makes me feel like I’ve been cleaved in two. I avoid it by thinking instead about every question I got wrong at the tournament, because honestly, that disappointment is nothing in comparison.

When we arrive back at school, I finally feel like I can breathe. Until William says he’ll text me so we can “finish our date.”

I just stare at him like a rabbit, hoping that if I don’t move, he magically won’t be able to see me. He just winks and walks off.

As soon as everyone’s gone, I’m nervous again, because all the demons are sending me sideways glances when they think I’m not looking.

We’re going to have to discuss those kisses. And I don’t know what I should say about it. Should I beg them to stay? Should I act like it was nothing so they can go off and find their Center, the woman they’re truly supposed to be with?

It feels like too much pressure, so I simply stick like glue to Adam’s side, hoping that the presence of a four-year-old will dissuade any grown-up style discussions, because I’m not feeling grown-up enough to have them at the moment.

“So, we need to go pick up Jason,” Akor says casually.

I’d completely forgotten about him. “Where is he?” I ask. What do you do with a grown-ass, football player-sized zombie when you go out of town? Are there supernatural zombie kennels?

“We had Dajiel and his murder watch him.”

I remember the quadruplets, but I couldn’t tell you which one Dajiel was if I had to pick him out of a line up.

“Do we get to go to their house?” Adam jumps up and down next to me. “Do they have toys? What kind of toys? Can I play with them?”

Akor grabs Adam around the waist, and then uses his forearm as a bar and flings my brother in a full circle around his arm. Adam squeals as he flips like a gymnast. “Again!” he cries immediately.

“Tell you what, if we get there and they don’t have toys, I’ll flip you some more.” Akor winks.

“Deal. Let’s go right now!” Adam scrambles back into his carseat.

I have to admit, it’s a good way to get a four-year-old back into the car after he’s already ridden six hours.

I hurry into the seat right next to Adam so that I don’t have to talk to any of the demons on our drive over. Instead, I listen as Adam tells me about his drive and every red truck he saw in mind-numbing detail.

When we get to the other demons’ lair—I can’t help calling it that in my head—I find that it’s the complete opposite of the guys’ place. This place is posh. It’s a penthouse apartment in the swanky part of town. I have to try not to kink my neck staring at all the sculptures in the lobby.

Adam, it appears, is equally fascinated by them. “Why do they have all these naked mannequins?” he asks as we pile into the elevator.

“Good question,” Raz rumbles as he stands next to me.

His body heat and cologne make every nerve ending in my body go on high-alert. And when his hand reaches down and subtly strokes the back of mine, I nearly jump because I’m so startled.

What’s gotten into him? Or is he warning me? Were the naked people only level one of the demon-crazy here? Is it going to get worse? Does Adam need a blindfold?

I’m not really sure what my thoughts are doing, other than frantically trying to avoid the things I really need to think about.

We exit the elevator on the top floor, and Kastros uses a golden knocker to bang on the door. It swings open only a second later to reveal a demon that I’ve never seen before. This isn’t one of the quadruplets; this demon has ebony skin and the most gorgeous caramel eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s not wearing a shirt, and his nipples stand proud