Tim suddenly speaks before I can make my escape—let it be noted that Tim is the perfect study partner because he hardly ever speaks. Except to answer—saying, “Why?”
I crook a brow. “Why what?”
“Why the fuck are they with you?” Wade finishes Tim’s question. Or it seems like he does anyway. And of course, he’s as fucking offensive as possible. Because that’s Wade.
“Um…” How do I explain our relationship to humans? Damn. I should have prepared for this. There could be an entire decathlon quiz on the subject of demon mates. Except no one else would believe it. I settle for saying, “Eat a dick, Wade.”
There.
That was even coherent.
Go me.
I turn with a smile to see Zolroth leaning against the doorframe, watching me and grinning proudly. His pride in me makes me beam.
Akor appears at his shoulder, and before I know it, a ceramic chicken flies through the air and beans William in the head. The football player slumps over the keg, and Akor raises his hands in the air. “Two points!”
I roll my eyes as people around us gasp. They have zero clue how subdued that was for my Akor. I reach up for one of his hands and say, “Great job, honey. Now, let’s get out of here.”
Each of my demons wraps an arm around me, and we stride through the crowd, teenagers gaping and parting like we’re royalty.
“Where’d you get the chicken?” I ask.
“Always keep a spare in my pants. Usually it’s a rooster, but they were out last time I went shopping. So I had to settle for a cluck not a cock.” Akor shrugs.
One junior girl stares at me and shakes her head. “Mad respect,” she calls out.
“Eat your hearts out!” I quip.
“Can we?” Akor immediately perks up.
“What?” I was paying attention to the girls jealously staring at the two hotties holding me. I’m not sure what he means.
“Eat their hearts?” Akor unwraps his arm from around me and picks up the nearest student, a guy with a stick-like figure who trembles.
“No, sweetie. Not tonight.” I grab onto Akor’s arm until he puts down the dude. Then I pull him away.
He sighs and lets me lead him towards the door. “Yeah, well, at least meowing was fun.”
I laugh as we walk out onto the front lawn. “Glad someone liked that.”
On my other side, Zolroth whispers in my ear, “I much prefer when you meow in private, with my hands all over you.” He spins me and kisses me on the lawn, his talented tongue plunging into my mouth and starting a dance that’s so intricate, it might have been choreographed. His fingers drag through my hair and start to drift lower.
A loud car horn interrupts whatever was going to come next. Headlights blind me.
I jump, and Zolroth ends up biting my lip and swearing.
We both turn to see who the hell is interrupting us.
I see the demons’ van pulled up off the street, over the sidewalk and onto the lawn, headlights facing right at us. Raz is at the wheel, Kastros staring out grumpily beside him. Between them, having hopped out of his seat, is Adam, who is making very exaggerated gagging faces about our kissing. The side door slides open, and Van climbs out.
“Party’s over!” he calls.
“It was just getting started,” Zolroth retorts, but he holds my hand and crosses the grass to the van with me.
“Katty!” Adam rushes at me. “Guess what?! Guess what?! We’re having an ice cream party! We got ice cream and hot fudge!”
“And whipped cream,” Van adds with a twinkle in his eye.
“And cherries?” Akor asks, his tone innocent, but his hand sneaking down to pinch my ass.
“Lots of those. And lots of nuts,” Van replies. “So, so many nuts.”
I grin, and naughty inspiration strikes. “Looks like this night is saved then. Let’s go scoop some ice cream and then drizzle those soft mounds with hot melted fudge and coat them in whipped cream so thick, you can’t even see them, then sprinkle them with all kinds of delicious toppings we can lick right off…”
Every demon in the van moans out loud.
Adam giggles. “I think they really want ice cream.”
I laugh. “I think you’re right, buddy.”
We did eat ice cream.
But then, after Adam was asleep, each one of my demons had a second dessert. And I have to say, I thought that one was even more delicious than the first.
19
Van
I’m in my office, staring dreamily at the wall and fantasizing about spraying