While we’d been talking, Samael had pulled something out of his pocket, and he was idly playing with it as he talked to me.
He flipped it in his hand, and I raised one eyebrow.
One of my throwing knives, the blade wrapped in leather.
“Where did you get that?”
He glanced down, as if surprised to find it in his hand.
“You threw it at me months ago when you attempted to shield Vas from my wrath. My skin had healed around it by the time I pulled it out.”
I smirked at him. “Guess you shouldn’t have pissed me off.” I held out my hand. “Gimme.”
“I don’t think so.” He tucked it back in his pocket and I blinked at him. “It turns out that I’m a sentimental fool. I consider it a token of your affection.”
My heart flipped in my chest and I cleared my throat. “Weird, violent, and yet so uniquely us.”
He sent me a wicked smile. “Indeed. You’ll need body armor, and since your sister will likely demand to come with us as well, I’ll have some sent up for her also. We’ll leave in an hour.”
“Do you need me to be here for that hour?”
He raised his eyebrow. “Not particularly, but I imagined you’d want to be involved.”
“I do, but I need to tell Gemma about Gail. I’d never forgive myself if Gail took her out while I was out of town.”
“You could call her.”
I shook my head. “This is the kind of information that should be given in person. We’ll look into the accounts, but in the meantime, she should know.”
I walked toward the door and hesitated, turning back to the demon, who was watching me carefully. I took a step toward him, buried my hand in his hair, and pulled his head down so I could brush my lips against his. It felt slightly awkward, kissing the demon as if we were a normal couple who did normal couple things.
But the pleasure gleaming in his silver eyes made it worth it as I pulled away. His arms encircled me, and then his mouth crashed down on mine, the kiss deepening until my mind went blank.
When he slowly pulled away, his expression was carved in lust, but his mouth curled. “Now that’s a goodbye kiss. Be careful, little witch. If Gail is behind the murders, she’s dangerous.”
“I think I can take one crazy woman with a bad hip and a worse attitude.”
“I’ve had to learn not to underestimate crazy women with bad attitudes.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ha ha.”
His gaze was steady on my face and I heaved a sigh. Overprotective demon. “I’ll be careful.”
* * *
Danica
Kyla was leaning against her car when I arrived.
“Anything?”
“The group of witches I followed went down the block for ice cream. One of them spotted me and flipped me off. I don’t think she likes me.”
Kyla gave a mock pout and I laughed. “Yeah, I bet you’re real cut up about that. Let’s go make them like us even less.”
We walked through the lobby, and something like dread took up residence in my gut. Gail was one of Gemma’s closest friends.
“This isn’t going to go well,” Kyla murmured as we walked across the marble floor.
