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“My apologies. What do you expect from a sin?”
“Oh, not just her,” a male demon said from behind Cassian and Emily. “We have whores of all types. Witch whores, human whores, any whore imaginable. Take your pick! They’re quite bendy if I do say so, myself,” he said, smacking the ass of another female.
Emily tsked in disgust, turning her head to face the opposite direction. But the male demon walked in front of her gaze, not giving up on the whore thing. “Oh, we like to engage, too,” he said with a wink. “We have many male whores. Though, if you want a professional, I’d suggest an incubus like me.”
“No!” Emily snapped. “No whores, thank you. We’re here for business.”
Cassian had stiffened beside her, not comfortable with the male or female attention that any of us were receiving.
Ember snickered. “God, my parents would have a heart attack if they saw this.”
I turned to Rohan, who had been silent the entire time. A female demon clung to him, holding up a glass of alcohol for him to drink. He caught my stare and rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.
“Is it safe to eat or drink things from the demon realm?” I asked, sensing Rohan’s reluctance to drink despite wanting something to take the edge off. I feel you, man. I wouldn’t mind a drink, myself.
“Yes. We aren’t like the fae realm. Speaking of which, it was a smart idea to drink from the healing pond. It saved you from consuming their desserts. And if you need to fill the vial of Fire, you can use the fire from the hearth. It’s pure and has been burning for centuries. I owe Newt a favor, anyway.”
Well, shit. We were supposed to use that favor to get help with Samara. But we need the fire, too. Unfortunately, the fire was needed more urgently, which meant we’d need to barter something else for Samara.
“Wait, how did you know we drank from the healing pond?” Ember asked. “And about the vials?”
Amon grinned deviously. “Demons have an all-seeing quality that other supernaturals don’t have. I can see into your soul, your history, and everything about you. It makes it easier for demons to prey on their victims, and why we are a superior race—no offense intended. Like a god, we cannot die, and we can see everything.”
Cassian must’ve been on the same track of thinking as I had been moments before, because he asked, “Does that mean you won’t help us with Samara?”
“I suppose—” Amon began but was interrupted by a pudgy demon asking everyone if they’d like food or dessert. “No, Glut, thank you.”
“We have strawberry shortcake from the human realm! You’ve got to try it, Amon.”
“I said, no. Now, as I was saying—” Before Amon could finish his sentence, another demon came over to tell him that Rage was pissed off at Sloth again, and they needed his help. I’d assumed the demons at the table were the Seven Sins, but I guess not. Amon excused himself from the table and disappeared into another room.
“Demons,” Rohan said, swishing his drink before downing it. “Obnoxious bastards, but man do they make one hell of a host.”
“Don’t get too wasted,” Cassian scolded, frowning at Rohan. “We need to remain focused and levelheaded.”
“Hey, they offered. I don’t want to be rude.”
After a moment, Amon returned, exhaustion covering his flawless dark gray skin. “You know what? I will help you. But I need you to do something for me first.”
Ember laughed. “Supernaturals. Always expecting something in return…”
