Roberts pockets his phone and lets Tolsen take over. “His family reported him missing yesterday. He was last seen attending a party here two nights ago.”
The demon sneers. “They weren’t fucking?—”
“Lynx,” I warn.
His lips flatten into a thin line. “Didn’t see him.”
“Mind if we look around?”
“Yes.” Lynx crosses his arms, and a blast of heat chars the air. The two men wince, shoulders bunching as power rolls from the demon in toxic waves. Without thinking, I put my hand back on his arm.
It immediately stops, and the cops exhale in unison. That only seems to piss Lynx off more.
“I don’t appreciate you coming inside without an invitation. Sable wouldn’t either. Now, get off our property before I deem you both trespassers.”
A forbidden thrill licks down my spine at the sound of my name falling from Lynx’s lips. There’s a guttural lilt to it, like it belongs on his tongue. A weapon to wield as he sees fit, yet a weakness all the same. I want to hear him say it again.
“If you see him or remember anything, give me a call.” Tolsen holds out a card. “My number is on there. Any information is helpful.”
Lynx glares at the business card, but offers nothing beyond snatching it from his hand and motioning toward the exit with his chin.
Both men eye him warily as they pass, leaving with a backward glance and suspicious once-over. The demon and I watch them with our arms folded, not moving a muscle until they’re in the cruiser, rolling down the driveway out of sight.
“Was my demeanor sunny enough for you?” he asks suddenly.
My brows spear up my forehead. Was that a… joke?
“It burned like hellfire,” I deadpan.
He snorts.
And out of everything that happened today, hearing that sound is the thing that shocks me most. The second? Wondering what he’d sound like when he laughs.
20
Lynx
Ifear I may be warming up to Sable.
She doesn’t irritate me the way she used to. I actually quite enjoy when she’s around, or when I can smell her, feel her, hear her.
Which is my exact reason for staying far away from her. Even when we were talking to those officers, I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was a distraction. A fucking pain in my ass—one I refuse to be near.
I pull up my sleeves, roll the cuffs just above my elbows, and pace the bedroom I’ve been sleeping in—its walls are even laughing at the mess I’m in. Not only am I dying to feel Sable’s pussy around my cock again, but I also want to just… see her.
Fuck.
What the fuck is happening to me? The sooner I figure out a way out of here, the better.
The grimoire stares at me from the bedside table. I haven’t opened it in a few hours. Every time I do, I expect to seesomething different. But it’s the same words and drawings and fucking symbols I don’t understand. Sable was able to summon me, and then Tony, so why can’t she just break this curse and get me out of her hair?
My fingers shake, tingling from the memory of her skin beneath them, the way I held her hips as I drove into her.
My cock twitches.
My jaw hardens.
And then my fist crashes into the wall.
