Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,63

home.”

I laugh. “Seriously? Curfew? So much for ‘rules are arbitrary.’”

Raz glares at me. “No. I’m more worried about the fact that you left Adam with a babysitter, and I don’t want your brother to be all alone, because I don’t think you would want that.”

Oh.

Dammit. Why is everything the demons are saying right now sounding thoughtful? I must be tired.

Raz holds out a hand, and I automatically take it. The feel of his palm on mine gives me the strangest, most wonderful feeling of déjà vu. But, suddenly, I’m yanked backwards.

“I was her date for the evening, so I should be the one to return her.” Zolroth grips my shoulders hard.

“Look, after that attack on you and Akor, I’m not taking any chances—”

“It’s my job to return her—”

“And it’s my job to ensure all of you and Kat are safe.” Raz’s hand tightens around mine possessively, and he pulls me back towards him.

I stumble into his chest. Is it wrong that I take a moment to luxuriate in how muscular it is? Or that I take a mental snapshot of both of them fighting over me so that I can girlishly squeal later? Not that they’re fighting over me like that, but the fact that they’re arguing at all. Over me.

Oh, man. This means I should pull on my big girl pants and stop the fight, doesn’t it? I take a deep breath and turn to Zolroth as Raz’s body heat warms my back. “He’s right,” I say to Zolroth. “I don’t want anyone to attack you.” I bat my eyes prettily at my date. “If he gets hurt,” I slide my gaze purposefully towards Raz, “no big deal.”

The demons’ laughter is the last thing I hear as Raz scoops me up and flies out of the room.

20

Have you ever driven in a van with a demon, staring in the rearview mirror at the backseat where your dead classmate—but now zombie dog—had once lain? No? Just me?

Goodie.

You know…I always wanted to be special, but this takes the fucking cake.

“Katrina…” Raz’s growly voice interrupts the tranquility we’ve established. Well, as tranquil as we can fucking be with a zombiefied Jason at the demons’ townhouse, probably humping Akor’s leg and demanding tummy rubs from Kastros.

“Just drive, Raz.” I turn towards the passenger window and stare at the landscape rolling by. I can see the exact moment we emerge from the poverty-stricken section of town and into the wealthy one—derelict buildings covered in graffiti transform into modest-sized bungalows and farmhouses. And those buildings turn into sprawling mansions interspersed between fields of corn and the occasional forest.

When we turn onto my street, and the metal gates for my house appear in the distance, Raz slows the car to an idle crawl, almost as if he’s as reluctant as me to end things the way they are.

And how are things? Well, I don’t really know how to answer that.

I’m confused, for one, and fucking terrified for another. My mind is a toxic cocktail of emotions, and my stomach is knotted up tighter than a ball of yarn. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, and for a girl who has lived her life in complete and utter control, that’s terrifying. I sorta want to vomit right now. And cry. And rock back and forth in a ball.

And…

Well…

Would it be weird if I said I wanted to kiss the dem—

Nope. Nada. Not going there. Shut the front door and back out of the driveway, Kat. And then drive your dumb ass to Canada.

“You shouldn’t have had to deal with that.” Raz’s knuckles are white from how fiercely he’s gripping the steering wheel. A lone street lamp illuminates his short, sandy blond hair and his black tank top. At some point during the night, he removed his jacket, leaving his muscular forearms on display. I can vaguely see the angel wings tattooed on his upper chest.

Oh, the irony.

Side note—I wonder if he got that tattoo to be ironic? That would be kind of funny. But Raz and humor? One of those things is not like the other. One of those things just doesn’t belong…

Just like I don’t belong with a group of wild demons. Who kill people.

“Raz, it’s fine,” I whisper, tone unnaturally subdued. When he glances at me sharply, concern etched onto his handsome face, I work to conjure up a feeble smile. I’m sure I look like I’m taking a monster shit, but it’s whatever.

“It’s not fine,” he snaps, whipping his head to once