I repeat, who the fuck is this guy?
“My brother was chill though. Hands typa guy, ya know. He actually built one of my bud’s sheds over the summer a couple of years back—Wait.” He sniffs the air. “What are you?”
My eyes widen. Is it bad in ghost culture to reveal yourself as a ghost?
It doesn’t matter. All I want is to talk to my sister. Unless he knows how to make that happen, then he’s welcome to go back where he came from—if he can.
He shakes his head, forgetting about his question and staring at me in awe like I’m a creature of the divine. “I’ll be honest, you’re goddamn beautiful. I have a lady friend down under. Name’s Nala. Please don’t tell her I called you beautiful.”
My cheeks burn bright red against my will, and it’s like my body and brain stop working in tandem because I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear and almost combust into flames from his bashful smile. I think the last time anyone called me that was when I was five years old. It was one of Mother’s friends.
I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. “I’m looking for Elanor Marie Eldrith. She died nearly a year ago, and I?—”
“Hold up.” Tony raises his hands and gawks at the circle beneath his feet. “Dude, is this a summoning circle? That’s sick! I’ve always wondered what one looks like.”
I nod uncertainly. That’s definitely not the reaction that dipshit demon gave me when his ass ended up here. “Look, I’m just trying to?—”
“What the fuck did you do?” a voice thunders from behind me, and we both turn toward the sound.
Piercing red eyes glare daggers that would tear my mortal flesh into shreds if he hadn’t already killed me.
Speak of the Devil.
12
Lynx
Iwas fully prepared to sit and have a conversation with Sable about what just happened. Instead, my worst nightmare is unfolding.
Satan save me.
Tony’s here.
And Sable is holding the grimoire, open to that same spell she used to summon me, looking confused. Did she try to summon her sister again?
And now we’re stuck with this hyperactive motherfucker?
Tony’s gaze lifts to me. A goofy grin filled with so much mischief spreads over his face, and I die inside.
“Yooooo! Big dog’s not happy with you.”
“Fuck off.”
“Ouch, man. You’re hurting my feelings. Come on. No hug?” His eyes flicker between me and the ghost, and his eyes brighten, seeing something that isn’t there. “Wait. Are you two fucking? I can smell the tension between you two, and whew. Get a room.”
He’s been here for barely a minute, and I already want to kill him. “Go back to Hell.”
Sable’s voice cuts in before he can give a snarky response.
“You’re a demon?”
Tony winks at her. “You know it, beautiful.”
A divot forms between her brows, her lips parting as scarlet flushes her pale skin. She’s as red as she was when she was under me, feeling my cock rubbing up against her.
Nope. Not happening.
“Leave. Now,” I snarl at Tony “Before any guards realize you’re gone?—”
