Running from my dad was a full-time job.One I’d happily retire from.
But not here.There were a million reasons I couldn’t stay here.I couldn’t think of them right now, but they were there, in the back of my mind.
I was sure of it.
The look he gave me told me he doubted those reasons existed.Shit.
When we were done dealing with this Selina mess, I probably needed to tell him about my situation.He needed to understand what I was up against.It wasn’t fair to keep stringing him along, as inadvertent as it may be, without him knowing the full story.
Because I was reasonably certain once he knew that I was being hunted by my own father, Asmoday wasn’t going to want a thing to do with me.
Even though there was no way I could possibly move to the elfin forest with him, the idea that he’d push me away was making me unaccountably sad.I wasn’t used to feeling emotional over another person.It had always been my mother and me against the world—or, more accurately, against my father—and other than grieving her death, I’d not ever had to worry about catching feelings for someone.
Let’s not even get into the fact that I may or may not be catching feelings for a freaking lust demon.
Who was also part elf.
Who was supposed to, at some point, create a baby or two to carry on his legacy.
Who I was pretty sure had hopes that I might be the other half in that whole baby creation process.
And I thought my life was complicated when all I was doing was trying to outrun the devil.
The old house started to shudder and shake again.This time, it lasted for what felt like a century but was really maybe thirty seconds.But thirty seconds was a crazy long time when you were standing inside a 150-year-old building that was undoubtedly not built to withstand earthquakes.
Plaster rained down from the high ceiling, smacking into the chandelier, shattering several of the bulbs and sending clouds of dust and glass particles down on us.
I gave Krishna a little shove.“Go.Wolf out and get out of firing range.We’ll take care of Selina.”I’d suggest Asmoday follow him, but I already knew he’d refuse to leave my side.Krishna had far less reason to stick around.
“Nuh-uh.I’m staying with you.”
“Demons are way less destructible than werewolves,” I pointed out.
He stubbornly shook his head.I was about to use my mom voice—which was weird because nope, not mom material.But damn it, I did not want Krishna to be injured or worse over some stupid vendetta Selina had against me.
The door swung open, and all three of us jumped to avoid being hit by the slab of heavy wood.
I got distracted.
By the tall, debonair man standing on the sidewalk at the end of the path of pavers leading up to the front porch.
He struck a pose, both palms resting on the head of a sleek black cane.His tailored suit and shiny red shoes complemented the adornment.
The man had a head of thick, slicked back dark hair that revealed a sharp widow’s peak.His eyes were black under bushy dark brows.A shadow of stubble circled his mouth, which curled into a smirk as his gaze scanned the exterior of the house.
Behind him, Main Street was jammed with demons as far as I could see, some in human form, most in their natural, highly disturbing forms.
Pretty sure every single resident of Arrythmia was lining the sidewalk, gaping at the sight.
The man’s gaze finally reached me.
He spread his arms wide, clutching his cane in one hand.His grin widened too.
“Ah, there’s my spawn!”
ChapterThirteen
Asmoday
