No, they didn't. In fact, they looked like they intended to make nice bear meals out of them.
Aimee manifested her staff. "Any idea how to kill them?"
Dev shrugged with a nonchalance she knew he couldn't possibly feel. "Beheading works on most things and if it doesn't work on these, we are seriously screwed. I'd put away the staff and draw a sword."
"Or you could just stand there and stay out of our way."
Aimee scowled as two men flashed in beside them. Not demons, they appeared human, yet they moved with a speed that belied that designation. Before she could even put her weapon away, they had the demons cuffed and on the ground in nice bloody heaps.
She shook her head as she tried to run through the events, but honestly, it'd happened so fast, all she'd seen were streaks in the air. "What was that action?"
Dev flashed a grin at her. "Chuck Norris meets Jet Li."
The demons growled and thrashed while the men beat them down.
"Shut up already." The taller man jerked the female demon up. "Just once, could I get a demon with no vocal cords?"
The other man laughed bitterly. "At least they're not puking on us this time."
"Small favor that."
And without acknowledging them at all, they were gone.
Aimee exchanged a perplexed stare with her brother. "That is totally out of my realm of experience. And given the freaky stuff we deal with, that says a lot."
"Yeah, I'm trippin' myself."
Aimee shook her head, trying to make sense of all of it. "Did Tony sneak the special herbs into our food again?"
Dev laughed. "I don't think so. But we'll definitely have to ask him when we get back."
"I wouldn't do that."
They separated to find a woman in the alley, right where the others had vanished. Her dark red hair was braided down her back and she wore a skintight black leather halter and pants. She was absolutely stunning and made Aimee feel rather lacking in comparison.
Dev flashed his most seductive smile. "Hello, gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?"
She rolled her eyes. "You are very handsome, bear. But no. You're not my type."
Aimee stifled a laugh at her putdown that Dev took in good-natured stride. "And you are?"
"Call me Wynter."
Dev chuckled. "Nothing like a fire on a cold Wynter's night."
Wynter gave him a droll stare. "Do those cheesy lines work on other women?"
"You'd be amazed."
"If they ever do, then yes, I would be." She walked past him to address Aimee. "Thorn has sent me here to help you find the Daimons who have Fang's soul."
Aimee frowned at the name she'd never heard before. "Thorn?"
"My boss. We don't question his orders. We simply obey. He wants the wolf saved, so here I am."
"We?" Dev asked, looking around to see if anyone else was lurking in the shadows.
Wynter gave him a tight-lipped smile as she ignored his question. "So the Daimons vanished while you were chasing them?"