Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,47

know where Mom and Dad are, and honestly? I don’t give a crap. It’s not like they give a shit about me in the first place.

All Zolroth said was, “Wear something cute but casual. No skirt,” before swaggering away with that damn, devilish (see what I did there?) smirk on his gorgeous face. I’m pretty sure Raz blew a gasket, and I can’t help but remember his words from the night before.

“With our Center around, we’re fucking vulnerable.”

What did he mean by that, exactly? And what is a Center? He speaks as if it’s capitalized, as if it’s immensely important, but when I googled it this morning, I hadn’t been able to find anything. And Zolroth had implied it’s a she. A she-demon? Like the one who attacked Akor and him last night? Why are they so susceptible to she-demons? Feminine wiles, or something else?

Confusion swirls in my head like a rapidly growing tsunami, threatening to completely devour entire cities and demolish buildings. I’ll have to ask the guys about it later on. Well, demand and threaten. I don’t think they’ll answer my questions if I politely and calmly ask.

They can be pricks, those demons.

I smooth my hands down my new pair of skinny jeans I bought months ago but have never worn. They conform to my thighs and calves like a second, dark blue skin. And bonus, these actually have working pockets. Who would’ve thought? I’m wearing a light blue, off-the-shoulder sweater that reveals the pink strap of my bra. Not that I’m wearing a sexy bra for Zolroth, of course. Nope. Not me. Nada.

Oh hi, denial, my old friend.

I have no idea where, exactly, we’re going, but I do know that William and Janie will be there as well on their date. Vomit.

No, literally.

I vomited when I first discovered they were going on a date. Honestly, as far as supernatural matchmakers go, the demons deserve a solid zero out of five stars on Yelp. Do not recommend.

Trepidation courses through me as I tap my foot against the distressed wooden boards of the front porch. Fuck, what am I doing? Am I really going on a date with Zolroth in order to make William jealous?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Does that make me a horrible, shitty person?

Yes. Yes, it does.

Okay, mental voice. Time for you to shut the fuck up.

I wouldn’t be doing all of this if I didn’t honestly believe that William has feelings for me. I can see it in his eyes when he thinks I’m not looking. There’s definitely infatuation mixed with a healthy dose of lust. And when he offers me that crooked smile, a twinkle appearing in his eyes…

Ugh, I’m melting. Literally melting into a puddle of mush and feelings.

“Wow.” The soft, almost reverent, whisper shakes me out of my reverie. I snap my head up, stunned to see Zolroth standing directly in front of me. I hadn’t even heard him arrive.

His eyes are wide as they travel over my body from head to toe. It feels as if he’s physically caressing my skin, his gaze as soft as a moth’s wing. Butterflies erupt in my stomach before I can poison the damn things. But how can I not get goosebumps when he’s staring at me like that? Like…I’m beautiful. Like I matter.

It’s so easy to forget that Zolroth is a demon from Hell. My mouth waters and my hands turn slick as I devour Zolroth with my eyes as thoroughly as he does me. He’s a fucking masterpiece, chiseled muscles easily accentuated in the form-fitting suits he loves to wear. This one is a dark shade of gray with a blue tie that surprisingly matches my sweater, though how he knew the color of my clothes remains an unsolved mystery. His short, nearly buzzed, black hair is gelled away from his artfully handsome and arresting face. And though he usually radiates confidence and something akin to elegance, today he appears almost nervous as he fumbles with something in his back pocket.

“Here,” he says, his delectable accent washing over me like a tidal wave. He hands me another fuzzy, black box, this one significantly smaller than the first.

“If you’re fucking proposing to me, so help me…” I murmur as I use the tip of my finger to slide the box open. Instead of an engagement ring—thank fuck, I might’ve actually died—I see a pair of gorgeous silver earrings. An emerald rests snugly in the center of each one, surrounded by five diamond hearts. They have to