He handed me the vial, and I took it.It was light, nearly as light as a feather in my hands, and so small.
It was hard to think it held the magic tolandlocka demon.
No, not just any demon.
Endor.
Matthew wants me to posion him, to—
I bit my lip as Matthew leaned an arm out, above my head, looking down at me.
“How am I supposed to—” I asked, my throat going dry.
Matthew cocked his head to the side, his eyes empty of the empathy I once knew.He grazed his knuckle along my jaw, his voice hollow.
“Use what God blessed you with Valory.You can be quite...enamoring when you wish to be.”
His words made me feel dirty.
Unclean.
I shifted underneath his touch, forcing myself to look away.I knew what he was suggesting, but I didn’t like it.
“And he is a demon.He cannot resist the lure of something so pure...That’s the thing about demons.They desire what they can never have.”
I swallowed harshly, refusing to look at him.
“You’re not going to disappoint me again, are you Valory?”he asked, his tone dark and...unnerving.He grabbed my chin, turning my head as I flashed my eyes up at him once more, and for the first time since I’d become an angel, I felt afraid.
Afraid of disappointing my boss, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
Afraid of what he might do to me if I didn’t do as he asked...
I thought I’d left such things behind on earth when I died, but...
I steadied my breath as I slipped the vial in my pocket, focusing my gaze on him.
“No, of course not,” I said softly as Matthew reached out with his free hand once more, grasping my chin and nodding in approval.
“Good girl,” he said as he dropped his hand, moving away.
“Remember, I’ll be watching you,” he said, and with that he was gone.
CHAPTER9
Endor
I’d already dressedin my new threads before Valory even made it out of her fitting room.Though my powers seemed to be knackered for the moment, I was not without the powers of persuasion.I was a demon, after all.Making deals was in my blood.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to do much more than smile and dote some compliments on the homely thrift shop manager to walk away with a complimentary outfit.
And because I’m not a complete asshole, I’d bargained for Valory’s take as well.
I was about ready to go into the women’s fitting room myself, when finally she came out.
I had to do a double take at the sight of her in normal clothes—if you called her teenage Morticia getup, normal—for she was almost unrecognizable.
The corseted black top had billowing chiffon sleeves that were sheer, with a black pleather underbust fixed with silver latches.The chiffon covered her shoulders, ruching as it caressed her breasts, the neckline plunging below to where the leather of the underbust started.
