“His only problem is that he isn’t sinking his fangs into you right now. Though depending on what your lord says, he may still get his chance,” Freja said flatly.
“You don’t mess around, do you?” The demon shook his head and turned. “Follow me.” They hated that the huntress was in their territory. But his boss had never wanted to kill her before. He fancied her as a pet or a tool that could come in handy. And here she was, walking into the devil’s lair, all on her own. Though she might not be walking out of it.
Freja could sense Hunter’s apprehension. He was walking behind her, side by side with Chasen’s bear, with Winston andSam directly behind them. They were following in line with the huntress as if she were their boss, but Hunter didn’t like not being at her side or being able to stand between her and the demons. She might be a demon huntress, but she was still his mate. She was the one who had the experience with demons and dealing with them, though. This was what she determined would be the best way to achieve what they wanted, and all they could do was act according to Freja’s plan.
A barn owl suddenly took off from the trees and flew away from the savage beasts below. Luckily, the group wasn’t jumpy and continued on like nothing happened. They had to act like they feared nothing. They were ruthless mercenaries who always fulfilled their marks.
Freja was surprised to see the stone cottage in the distance. Most of the demons she knew didn’t live in modern society or in modern houses, at least none that belonged to the horde. This was intriguing to her. She expected a cave or swampy hut, but not this.
The demon walked up to a thick, wooden door with silver bolts securing it and fitted with a large, antique silver handle. He knocked loudly and waited.
The door opened and Rhett stepped out. “He will see just the huntress. You lot stay put.”
Freja nodded her head and looked back over her feral companions. “Wait here while I work out the details.”
Hunter growled lowly and pawed at the ground impatiently.
Freja smiled. “No killing any of the demons until I say. Unless they start it, of course.” She smiled poisonously at the other demons, then slipped back into her poker face. She knew Hunter hated this, but this was their shot and they had to take it.
Freja walked inside and Rhett shut the door behind her.
“You’ll find him at the top of the stairs,” Rhett said.
Freja raised a brow in annoyance at the demon and began climbing the stairs. The place was very elegant inside. A red carpet ran across the floor to the wooden stairs, and a chandelier provided soft light above her. This did not seem to fit a normal demon's taste. But Jin was a demon and didn’t fit the norm either. Jin’s scent was in the air, and she knew she was just up these stairs. Taking a deep breath, she braced herself. She needed to stay composed no matter what she came across.
At the top of the stairs, she found a door directly in front of her. She reached out and knocked.
“Enter.”
Freja pushed the door open and looked over the room. The walls and floors were all wooden, and a rectangular carpet was stretched in the center of the room. Beyond that was a large, mahogany desk. A man sat at the desk with his hands folded together, his fingers interlaced, and his chin resting on them.
“Shut the door.” His voice was deep and commanding.
The man wore a dress shirt and had a black suit jacket on the back of his chair. He looked to be about her age in appearance, in his young twenties. He was a large man, which she could see even though he was sitting. But his appearance was not at all how she’d pictured. He was in his human form, of course, but still sizable and very well kept. She pushed the door behind her until she heard it click.
She took a few more steps into the room and a green blur crashed into her chest. She looked down to see Jin clinging to her.
“I knew you would come for me,” Jin said, sniffling.
Freja wrapped her arms around Jin but kept her eyes on the demon in front of her. So much for keeping up her demon huntress persona.
“Are you okay, Jin? You aren’t hurt, are you? If someone hurt you, then I’ll?—”
Jin shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” She pulled back and looked up at Freja as tears formed in her eyes.
Freja smiled at her and patted her head. She wanted to let Hunter and Chasen know that Jin was okay, but mindlinking now would be a problem. The demon wouldn’t know what she was saying, and it might inadvertently start a fight. They would have to wait until she knew what his intentions were.
She looked up at Harley. “What’s your game here?” Her voice sounded like a whip cracking into the air.
Harley smiled first, then began laughing. “This is a very interesting side of you, huntress.”
“Funny, I could say the same about you.”
“Freja, be nice. He isn’t a bad one,” Jin said with a small smile. “He rescued me from Lionel and the other demon that was with him.”
“They’re dead now,” Freja said simply, which made Harley chuckle quietly again.
“Is it so weird for a demon to be a businessman?” Harley asked, a small smile remaining on his lips.
