“Dammit, Wren,” Corson hissed, and I realized I’d kicked him intheshin.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “Next time warn aperson.”
“Yes, let me do that and give away mylocation.”
“Do you think there’s still something in here with us?” I frantically looked around atnothing.
“I’m not taking any chances, and the jinn most likely heard your gunfire. We have to get away from here. Are youinjured?”
“No.Areyou?”
“My wounds are alreadyhealing.”
“Oh,yeah.”
Not only were demons stronger, faster, and immortal, with enhanced senses, they could also regenerate their body parts, heal with incredible speed, and didn’t get diseases or even catch a cold. The only thing that killed them was decapitation. It hadn’t taken us long to figure that out in the Wilds, and we’d adapted to aim for the head on all ourenemies.
“Is it really dead?” Iasked.
“Yes.”
“Areyousure?”
“We can carry its head out as a trophy ifyou’dlike?”
“I don’t have a wall to hang it on, so I’m perfectly fine with leaving itbehind.”
He chuckled, and his hand touched my arm. “That’s what I figured. Let me helpyouup.”
“I don’tneedhelp.”
His hand fell away. “Of course youdon’t.”
Was that a note of sadness in his voice? That couldn’t be possible. He enjoyed flirting with me, and he would take me to his bed if I agreed to it, but he didn’t care about anything else when it came to me. Then I recalled his lips against mine, the brief taste of his skin on my tongue. The remembrance of it was sharp enough to shove aside the sour taste of ouro blood lingering in mymouth.
I pulled my hand away when I realized I’d lifted it to my lips. Yes, we’d kind of kissed, but what difference did that make? He’d probably kissed thousands of women in however many years he’d been alive, and I’d kissed men before. But none of those men made my heart race, my palms sweat, and my stomach flutter likeCorsondid.
Ugh, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was leaving before any more crappy things could arrive to try killing us. Bracing my hand against the wall, I pushed myself up. “How do we get out of here?” Iwhispered.
“I have no idea,” Corsonreplied.
My heart sank. “We’relost?”
“Unless you can recall how togetout?”
I shook my head and then almost stomped my foot in frustration when I recalled he couldn’tseeme.
“No, I can’t.” I hated that the words came out as a croak, but as bad as being hunted by the ouro was, realizing we had no idea how to get out of this maze it created was worse. “Are there any more of thesethings?”
“No.”
“Being lost in here is at the top of my shit list, but at least we can check one seal creature offthelist.”
“That we can,” Corson agreed. “Now let’s go before the jinnarrive.”
This time I did stomp my foot on the snake when I nodded my agreement instead of speaking it. “Yeah, let’s go.” I shuffled down the curve of the ouro’s body and into the tunnelsoncemore.
ChapterThirteen
