Page 55 of Demons and Debts
‘You want me to be a walking snack?’ She blinks. ‘But you already have lots,’ she says faintly.
I ignore her. ‘Full room and board and, at the end of the three years, you get fifty grand.’
I've stumped her. She wasn’t expecting this, I realize, not at all.
‘Yeah, sure,’ she says. ‘That sounds great.’
She sounds like she normally does, no inflection in her tone. Is she serious? I actually can’t tell, but my eyes narrow. Is she really going to make it this easy?
She scrawls on the contract with a pen and hands it back, getting up and leaving the room.
Neither of us make a move to stop her. Wondering what that was, I glance down at the line she signed on and let out a laugh at what it says:
Fuck. You.
Paris snatches it from me and looks surprised. ‘She's got more backbone than I gave her credit for.’
I stare at the spot she just vacated. She doesn't know it yet, but she's sealed her own fate with her little challenge because there's no way she's walking away from this house. We'll get her before the week is out, I just need to find the right leverage.
‘Make sure she goes back to her room,’ I say to Paris.
My palm is tingling again. I can't wait to redden that delectable little ass. Paris closes the door behind him, and I don't wait, taking my dick out of my pants and moving my hand along the length of it, imagining I'm slipping into her tight, wet cunt even as I wonder why I’m so fired up over this little human.
Soon, I promise myself, my hand moving even faster as I think about how she'll feel, the noises she'll make as she's pleasured thoroughly by a demon. I come hard, shooting straight into the waste basket under my desk.
I tuck myself away. Hopefully I'll last longer when I'm with her, I think sardonically, although it doesn't really matter, the lull will make sure she's pleasured with every single touch I give her and then she'll crave more. By next week, she'll be our willing little whore.
My eyes fall on the drawer where I stashed the envelope.No time like the present.
I take it out and rip it open. A thin folder falls onto the desk, and I freeze as I notice the photos clipped to the front. One is of a little girl smiling in a school picture, but it’s the other I’m interested in. It’s of the same girl in the lap of a man who must be her father. A glance at the description on the back confirms it. I zero in on the man’s face. It’s a little blurred but I’m not wrong.
No fucking way!
A slow smiles spreads over my face. I wanted her in case she could help Sie, but this … I don’t know how this is possible, but she might be exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
If I believed in coincidences, this would be a fucking doozy, but I don’t. She’s got to be the mole we’re looking for. It all makes sense. Her disappearance the other day while the system was down, how difficult it is to read her, the way she just showed up in the bar, dangling that irresistible carrot in front of us … But I can turn this to our advantage and there’s no way I’m letting her escape us now. We can get some payback and more besides. I just have to do this right.
I slide the photo off the front of the folder and, hold it up in the air in front of me. I flick open my lighter and put the flame to the corner of the glossy paper, watching the flames lick the face of our enemy, and promising silently that he won’t be a thorn in our sides for much longer.
11
JANE
I'm pacing around the room, my nails digging into my palms. How did I not see this coming? They’re demons. Can’t fucking trust demons! What do they want me for? I'm not like those girls downstairs. I'm not trying to be an asshole but, really, I'm not like them. Sometimes I wish I was, but Ican'tbe. Anxiety claws at my chest, the same question going round and round in my head. Why me?
Why did Paris do those things in the kitchen? Why did Sie corner me in his room? Why not just let me leave or even kill me? They must just be messing with the human because, as far as I can tell, ever since I came here my presence has only brought out feelings of mild annoyance to intense hatred of my kind in these men. Maybe it has to do with dead Drey. It can’t really be about me, after all. I mean what would they possibly want me for? Yeah, I know they’re sex demons but c’mon. It can’t bethat.
I glance out the window. It's dark. I can't stay here. Not another night. Because if I know anything, it's that someone like Vic is a leader for a reason. He won't take no for an answer.
I can hear noises, music pumping, and other sounds of fun times. I've been up here all afternoon worrying while the doors have been opening and closing downstairs. I make sure I have all my stuff in my backpack, and I'm just about to leave the room when my phone rings.
I frown as I glance at it. It's Shar. For a second, I contemplate not answering but she probably just wants to know that I'm safe, so I take the call.
‘Jane?’ Her voice is panicked.
‘Are you okay?’ I ask.
There’s a nervous laugh. ‘Areyou?’
