from my parents almost every damn day of my life.
Unlike the five demons who seem to enjoy stalking me twenty-four-seven. Speaking of…
I don’t see Kastros anywhere—
“Holy motherfucker of anus balls!” I curse when the giant in question appears directly over my shoulder. The thin black shirt he wears conforms to his muscular, enticing body. Even with the fierce scowl on his face, he’s a sight to behold. There’s no denying his raw sex appeal—not that anyone would.
Not that I should be thinking about his sex appeal in the first place.
Not that I want to think about his sex appeal in the first place.
Not that his sex appeal isn’t appealing—
Knock it off, Katrina. Demons from Hell, remember? Probably going to murder you when this is all over.
Thanks, mental voice, I reply sardonically to myself. Just what I wanted to remember.
You’re so very welcome.
“Did Akor tell you?” Zolroth queries, his honey-toned voice caressing my skin. It washes over me like a one-hundred-year-old bourbon. “We’re going to a party tonight.”
“We are doing nothing,” I retort immediately, crossing my arms over my chest and mimicking Kastros’s favorite position. It suddenly occurs to me that I changed into a skimpy tank top and sleep shorts a little bit ago. No doubt, these demons are getting a front-row seat to nipples galore. Would it be obvious if I lifted my hands a little bit and covered my boobs? “I’m going to study and then go to bed. You are going to get the hell out of my house.”
“But, Katrina!” Akor whines, sidling up beside me. He places his head on my shoulder, his mohawk brushing against my cheek as he nuzzles the bare skin there. His arms wrap around my waist lightly. “You have to come.”
“I heard William is going to be there,” Van states softly from the sofa, but he appears annoyed by the fact. Actually, all of the demons look a little peeved, and Raz’s scowl deepens as he hurls daggers with his eyes at the coffee table.
“And I’m going to be there,” Akor insists. “Please, please, please, please!” As he begs, he begins to jump up and down, unintentionally making me bounce as well. The movement causes my breasts to jiggle, and ohmygawd.
Van, Zolroth, and Raz are staring intently at my chest, and there’s no denying the heat radiating from their eyes. Raz turns away first, as if he’s irritated with himself for looking in the first place, while Zolroth merely offers me a slow, lazy smile as he lifts his gaze from my boobs to my eyes. Only Van seems unconcerned as his tongue snakes out to lick his lush lower lip.
Is it suddenly hot in here? Or is it just my vagina?
“Akor, let me go!” I hiss, twisting and wiggling until he eventually releases me. He sighs petulantly as he pouts. Actually, honest-to-God pouts. It’s…not ridiculous, in all honesty. It’s kind of sexy.
“I’m not going to some stupid party,” I reiterate. “I need to babysit Adam.”
“That’s what the others are here for,” Zolroth announces with an easy-going grin. Heat and banked lust still warm his golden-brown eyes, liquefying my veins. “They’ll babysit him for you while we attend the party.”
And then…
I break into laughter. Clutch-your-chest-and-bend-over, hysterical laughter. Because, come the fuck on. Do they really think I’ll leave my little brother alone with them so I can attend a stupid-ass party?
I don’t trust them. At all. At this point, I believe that they’re obligated to help me win over William, but beyond that? I know nothing. When this is over, and William is desperately and hopelessly in love with me, then what’s next? Are they going to kill us? Eat our hearts? Sacrifice us to Satan? Feed us to goats? Yes, I read a lot of books. Yes, I watch a lot of horror movies.
No, I don’t want to die, thank you very much.
“Yeah, no. That’s not happening.” I swipe at the tears cascading down my cheeks as I attempt to pull myself together. “I say this with the utmost respect, but go fuck yourselves.”
“Kinky,” Akor breathes, a shit-eating grin erupting on his face. “I like it.”
“Maybe Wade will be there, too,” Zolroth retorts, and there’s something in his tone that I can’t quite place. Something dark and primal, almost akin to jealousy.
“Wade?” Raz whips his head up from where he was studying the polished floor. “Who the fuck is Wade? I thought you had a crush on William?” The last question is directed at me, accompanied by the nearly imperceptible