Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,61
for the gleaming weapons in front of me makes me giggle. Or maybe I’m overwhelmed. But a fit of chuckles takes over and won’t stop until I’m bowled over and gasping for air.
Akor and Kastros shove aside a couch, and I realize that Raz has brought in Jason’s body. He lays it down on the stone floor near the fire and then cuts his own wrist.
I gasp as his blood shoots onto the ground, but Raz doesn’t even whimper as he uses his own blood to create a pentagram around Jason’s corpse.
The guys each take up a spot at a corner of the star.
Raz licks his wound, and I watch in awe as it seals right back up. Then he points a black claw at me. “Stay back and stay silent.”
I nod once, trying not to notice how dry my throat has gone.
I’m about to see a demonic ritual. What has happened to my life? This used to be the kind of thing I’d only ever see on TV after Adam went to bed. And now, I’m surrounded by nightmares.
Ok, fine, not nightmares. Not really. Not when I can laugh off their dildo-looking horns. Not when I can bowl with them for hours. Not when they’re my friends.
First off…woah. When did I start considering them my friends and not stalkers? During bowling? Before that? Second, what does this mean exactly? Being friends with murderous demons? What has my life come to? I want to be scared of them, I honestly do—I know that I should—but I can’t muster any of my original terror. Don’t ask me why. Maybe Jason’s death broke something fundamental inside of me…like my pesky sanity. There’s no denying that they’re dangerous creatures, but I have the distinct feeling that they’ll never harm me. The other humans? I’m not too sure.
And when the fuck did I start calling them ‘the other humans?’
When they start chanting in Latin, a chill goes up my spine, and I really wish that Stacy was here to shriek with me and hold my hand. But she’s not. So I have to suffer with only a red velvet couch cushion, which I brutalize to the best of my ability, squishing and twisting it awkwardly.
Jason’s body lifts into the air and floats above their heads. It spins slowly, and I can’t take my eyes off of it. He spins faster and faster, like one of those merry-go-rounds at the park. Then all of a sudden, he stops and drops down onto his feet in the middle of the guys.
I gasp in surprise. They actually did it. I crane my neck, trying to see around their wings, make sure that Jason’s alive and well.
Akor’s the first to step aside, a wide, shit-eating, told-you-so grin on his face. “See? We fixed it!”
Jason is indeed standing in the middle of them on his own two feet. His eyes look a little wide and dumbfounded, but who wouldn’t look that way if they suddenly came back to life in the middle of a cave-like room full of demons?
Jason spots me and bolts across the room toward me. I’m not sure if he’s trying to protect me or wants to hide behind me. I don’t have time to do much more than give off a surprised squeak before Jason grabs my shoulders and gives my face a long lick.
What the fuck?
He steps back and starts wiggling his butt as he says, “Hey, Katrina. Wanna play a game? Tag? Chase? Fetch? Wanna rub my belly?” He lays down on his back at my feet and starts to wiggle.
I glance up at the guys as I swipe Jason-slobber from my face. “What the fuck did you do to him?”
Raz scratches his head, looking more confused than grumpy for once. “He’s a zombie. They normally come back a bit different. This is a bit extreme. But…”
“Reincarnation is tricky,” Van offers by way of explanation.
“Reincarnation is tricky? Reincarnation is tricky? That’s your goddamned explanation for stealing Jason’s life and ruining it and then telling me you’ll make it better and turning him into a dog?” My words go from zero to sixty miles per hour in four point two seconds, which is exactly how long it takes my heart to speed up into freak out mode. My hands turn into claws. I want to throttle and punch them and cry and scream and yell. “Jason is dead!” Tears fill my eyes. My throat gets as clogged as Rapunzel’s shower drain.
Jason gives up on