Page 19 of The Satyr's Guilt
Hell. What am I thinking?
No human females. Not even one with perfectlips, a hot body, and a sweet Louisiana drawl whose comebacks sethim on his egotistical ass.
He had vowed he would never be with aHomo sapiens.He forgot the vow the moment he saw DenimQuinn across the room. Fortunately, he wouldn’t see her again.Ever.
She was bumping and grinding on the dancefloor, swooshing her arms high through the air in time to themusic.
He chuckled. The human was wrong about onething. His lines always worked. Before Denim. Of course, that mightsay something about the females he chose.
Yep. Obliging.
Wasn’t that what he wanted? Easy females. Nosass.
Ram slid into his old spot beside Tyr. Amellow Brak had obviously had a good time with What’s-her-name andAmylyn. Normally Ram would have given the carnal demon some staticover the swack action, but he wasn’t interested. His thoughts wereelsewhere.
The only horizontal refreshment he wasinterested in was with the human shaking her jean-clad butt in timeto the music. And she was out-of-bounds.
Tyr glanced his way. “What’s up, satyr? Youlook a little off your game.”
“Just ran head-first into a brick wall.” HisD-chip interrupted his thoughts.Hey, Kole. What’s up? … Where?… Do we know who? … Tyr and Brak. … Only the warlock. … Gotcha.We’ll flash over to load up first.
He disconnected and nudged Tyr. “Let’s kickrocks. The commander wants us to meet and greet two demons whobarely escaped from Earth in one piece. The female’s injured.”
“Where are we headed?”
“The portal outside Beltane Temple here inCovenkirk. They came through after a jaunt in New Orleans. Thecomm’s sent the GPS.”
“What about me?” Brak nursed his priceyMacallan.
“Naw. Kole just wants me and super warlock.Have another drink if you can afford it.” Ram surveyed the dancefloor. Denim was still working the kinks out of her delectablebody.
He snatched Tyr’s arm.
The warlock tossed back his Black Bush.“Kole wants me to make you look good, satyr.”
“I look so good now it’s impossible to makeme look better, but you can try. Let’s stop by the stronghold.We’ll change duds and arm up.”
No way he was ruining his Saint Laurentshirt, Zegna pants, and Prada brogues. He had dressed for love, notfighting. Good thing he was ambidextrous when it came to fashion.He could swing any way necessary. BDU’s, T-shirts, and shitkickers.Merino wool slacks, silk shirts, and fancy-ass loafers. Whatevergot the job done.
“We’re outta here, demon. We could be back.You never know. Keep the females hot and the drinks cold.”
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Ram and Tyr portaled near theBeltane Temple in Covenkirk, hoofing it to the entrance.
Two young demons waited for the Firebrands.The female slumped on the ground with her back against a whitestone wall. She cradled her leg as blood trickled through herfingers. As if she were sleepy or about to pass out, her chin keptbobbing on her chest.
An equally young male was pacing andscrubbing hands through his dark, shoulder-length hair. Ram thoughthe might be muttering “Oh, shit” each time he made a turnabout.
Tyr stood over the female. “You okay? Do youneed a healer?”
Her eyes popped wide at the warlock’s size.His jeweled piercings didn’t give off a friendly vibe. “Not rightnow. Maybe later.”
Hisfreronnodded while hescrutinized her companion, who stopped with the back and forth.“So, let’s do names. I’m Tyr. This ugly guy with me is Ram. Yourturn. Then the story from the beginning.”
“I’m Roff, and my parents are going to killme. Kill me. I can kiss my future goodbye. Adios. Sayonara.”
Ram shrugged. “Gotta tell you, Roff. I’m notconcerned about how your ass is in a sling one way or the other. Iwant to know what happened Earthside. Get me?”
