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“Don’t count on us.” No fucking way I’m letting Sage go in the foreseeable future.
“Come on! Slay and Pierce are probably still fucking around with the Dei of Spirits. That asshole is forever negotiating every fucking thing.” Slash hates cooking for himself.
“Go to town, grab an anthros and pay for dinner like they do in this world.” The face he makes at my suggestion even makes Sage laugh out loud.
“Fuck off.” And then he’s gone, running as fast as he can, as though my idea may suddenly manifest into reality. Goddess forbid he’d actually have a conversation with a female before getting balls deep inside her.
“You’re mean.” She’s joking—I know she’s got plans for my cock—but I can see the compassion and empathy rolling off her in waves.
“He’ll get over it.” I’m so distracted by my chosen, her beauty, her bright light, and her inviting smile, that I don’t see that we have a guest waiting for us on the porch.
“Well, if it isn’t la petite sorcière…”
We both freeze, my arm pulling Sage halfway behind me at the same time her gasp hits the cold air. She wastes no time asking the most crucial question on her mind.
“Did you find her?”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sage
It’s Desdemon. Danika’s brother, and also apparently the Dei of Vampyres. Would’ve been nice to know that before I fell all over him in my tank top and panties the first time I met him.
He’s sitting on the porch of Hack’s home in Georgia, his perfectly tailored suit still crisp and sharp, but there are a few strands of his red hair that aren’t slicked back with the rest. For any normal person it would be acceptable and barely noticeable, but for Desdemon, there’s no denying his turmoil.
“No. I haven’t found her.” His answer to my question makes every muscle in my body fall limp as I collapse to the ground in front of him, tears freefalling down my cheeks. If he hasn’t found her, and he is here now, that must mean only one thing.
Danika is dead.
I’m being lifted and wrapped into Hack’s warm embrace within seconds, and I sob into his chest.
“She’s…gone.” I’m strong, I can handle a lot, but this is going to break me.
I didn’t do enough. I flounced around, having orgasms, learning magic, all while my best friend…
“Who’s gone, Satapti?” His voice is so soft I can barely hear it over the noise in my head.
“D-Danika…he said—”
“She isn’t dead, Petite Sorcière. But she could be if we don’t move quickly. Can we talk inside, Liege Hack?” Desdemon sighs heavily as my sobs stop immediately and hope blooms.
My breaths are still stuttered, my eyes feeling thick from the tears, but I’m paying full attention now.
“Yes, you are invited into my home. For today.” Without waiting to see if he’s following, Hack carries me up the steps and in through the front door, where there is a very tiny and very angry looking…faerie?
“You might be a Dei, sir, but frightening me like that was uncalled for.” He’s standing on a waist-height table by the door, where he was looking through the window, his little arms on his hips and a scowl on his face directed at Desdemon.
“It’s been a while since I tasted brunie.” He snaps his teeth at him, his elongated fangs on full show.
The brunie squeals and jumps behind the planted vines on the table.
“Stop being so cruel. You’re scaring him.” I jump down from Hack’s arms and swat at Desdemon’s arm before crouching so my head is level with the brunie—which, if I remember my folklore, they hailed from Scotland and are known to perform household chores at night.
It’s not night, though. And why would a brunie be cleaning a demon’s house? I’m most definitely well off the mark.
“Hey, don’t worry about Desdemon. He’s harmless. You can come out…my name is Sage.”
The vampyre of the moment snickers when I call him harmless and I feel Hack’s protective presence move closer behind me, putting himself between me and Desdemon.
