That’s such a mouthful.
They were both grinning when their lips met, then laughing because a grin wasn’t exactly conducive for kissing. Saint didn’t fail to notice the little shiver in Knight’s wings when their lips finally properly met in a sweet kiss, which perfectly matched the fluttering butterflies in his belly.
When he pulled back, he turned to the laptop, running his pointer finger along the touchpad because the screen had gone dark.
“What’s her name? Your friend.”
“We called her Pink.”
“Do demons not have names?” Saint asked curiously, remembering Knight had phrased it similarly when Saint had asked him his own name.
“Not really. We get our names from friends, family, and community based on certain characteristics, or from nicknames,or we pick one ourselves. We called her Pink because of her hair.”
“She has pink hair? I like her already.” Knight laughed. “Why do they call you “Cunning”?” It was such a unique name; Saint hadn’t forgotten it.
Knight hesitated briefly. “Because of the way I escaped my sect.”
Saint turned to look at him once more. “And how did you escape your sect?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes. I really do.”
Knight stared into his eyes, one after the other, like he was making sure.
“In most sects in Hell, there are demons we call “Priests.” They are second in command to the Sovereign, the sect’s leader, and they oversee everyone else in the sect under the Sovereign’s command. They have magic, but not like nicquiris can manipulate the aether; their magic is stolen from the earth in Hell, gathered in gems and other precious stones. They use that to keep everyone in line.
“Depending on how big a sect is, there are usually multiple Priests. Tricking a Priest is basically unheard of; most nicquiris either escape with the help of another nicquiri, through the dreamscape, or they run off to the mortal realm where the sentries can’t follow. Well, I kind of lured my Priest into a false sense of trust, then I brutally murdered him and used his stones to escape.Hence, Cunning was born.”
Saint was not about to unpack why he found the image of Knight deceiving and then brutally murdering his captor sexy as hell.
“But, like I’ve told you before, I much prefer Knight.”
Saint ducked his head, blushing. He rubbed his finger over the touchpad again. “Anyway, want to bet that most of these hits areall cults of some kind?” he said, giving the preview beneath each link a thorough read through so he didn’t miss anything. If there was an actual demon community in Arehjia, would they be this easy to find?
“Are cults really that common in the human realm?”
Saint snorted. “Probably. Nigeria is a very religious country, with a lot of narcissists posing as pastors and leaders, so I won’t be surprised. Do any of these links jump out to you?”
“Yes,” Knight said, and Saint turned to glance at him in surprise. His red eyes had taken that glow they sometimes did when he was using his magic. “The third one down. I can’t take my eyes off it for some reason.”
Saint dutifully clicked on the link. Knight sucked in a sharp breath.
“What?”
Saint glanced at him again, then at the website, resisting the urge to click away. When he’d clicked the link, it had taken him to the search engine’s standard warning page, telling him that the link he’d clicked was suspicious and if he decided to proceed further, it was at his own risk.
“It’s an address.”
“It’s a what, now?” Saint turned to look again, straining his eyes. Nope, it was still the warning page, nothing else on it. At the start of the URL was the warning symbol telling him the site was not secure.
“You can’t see it?”
“No.” Saint’s heart began to pound. “What if only demons can see it? Perhaps it’s a safety precaution?”
“That would make sense.”
“Can you see anything else? Apart from the address?”
