Recalling us dancing with Callie earlier tonight, I shift in my seat, regretting the tight leather pants. “Speaking about feeding. Thought Callie was off limits.”
Nolan sighs, running a hand through his hair. “She volunteered with a very compelling argument. We haven’t done anything else, nor will we.”
“Uh huh,” I snort, still dealing with the hard-on from her ass grinding up on me. First time fighting demons, and I’m going to have to do it with a damn erection. “Self-control isn’t really your specialty.”
“Fuck you,” he replies, flipping me off. “I have plenty of self-control. There’s been a few times I recall you being annoyed with how in control I can be.”
“You being a fucking tease wasn’t what I meant,” I grunt.
He flashes me a wicked grin. “You know you like it. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
“Doesn’t make you any less a tease,” I retort, not giving him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.This conversation is really not helping with the hard-on.
The light turns green, and the engine growls as I accelerate through the intersection.
Nolan frowns, head turning as we pass by the light. “When have you started obeying traffic laws in times of crisis? I knew I should’ve driven.”
“Because we’re waiting to hear back from Kaleb on the numbers before we barge in,” I remind him. “And you’ll never drive this truck. You’d flip it in an hour.”
“No, I wouldn’t. Though I’m telling you, loosen up the back end a bit and it would quit pushing in the corners,” he laments, always ready to tweak or modify any vehicle.
“It’s meant to haul shit, not race,” I grumble
“Whatever.” Facing forward, Nolan goes back to the question of the hour. “How did they even know about us, anyway?”
“If they’ve been surveilling Callie’s house, I can think of one time that it would’ve been pretty damn obvious,” I answer, my eyes focused on the road ahead now that the street lamps are nearly nonexistent.
Nolan groans again. “Look, I’m down for a little exhibitionism from time to time, but that’s when I know I’m doing it. Not to put on a show for some perverted demons.”
“Demons aren’t really known for their scruples,” I reply evenly, “but if it’s any consolation, I plan to kill them.”
“Good,” he replies, but with the hard threads weaving in his tone, I don’t think it’s just to avenge his honor.
∞∞∞
We’re most of the way to Callie’s place when my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. Shifting around while trying to keep the truck on the road, I dig out my phone and toss it at Nolan to answer.
“Morningstar bastard and his special vampire friend here,” he answers, putting the phone on speaker.
“Good to know you still have your sense of humor,” Kaleb murmurs from the other side, the sounds of wind and flapping muffling his voice, then reports, “From what I can tell, there’s only the two people Callie heard on the phone here so we have them on numbers.”
“They’re demons, not people,” I correct, gritting my teeth. “Who they once were are gone. The demons are just wearing their skin now.”
Nolan makes a gagging sound. “Thanks for that visual.”
“Anyway, there’s only two of them. A man and a woman,” Kaleb cuts in. “It appears the male is the one in charge, and they’re waiting on the front porch.” He pauses, before adding, “Mildred is tied to a chair between them. She doesn’t look good.”
“Do you see Felix?” I ask, quickly approaching the long driveway to the house.
“No.”
“Let’s hope that means he’s doing his job, and now it’s time to do ours,” I reply, expelling a deep breath and locking down my emotions.
There’s only me, my blade, and my target. What all this might mean can be dealt with after the fuckers are dead.
“I see your lights,” Kaleb notes. “I’m going to find cover on the roof. Try to draw them out from the porch. Hopefully, I can take one of them out before they know I’m there.”
He hangs up before either of us can say anything.
