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15
LUCIEN
“Found the girl,” Daiman said as he dropped a manila file on my kitchen counter.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He’d styled his cropped black hair with gel, leaving a few strands hanging over his forehead. He wore an Armani business suit. Some of his tattoos crept up his neck and under his jaw. There was no hiding the ones on the tops of his hands. I refocused on what I was doing. I poured bourbon into my crystal glass with a single ball-shaped ice cube. “That didn’t take you long,” I said before I raised my cup and sipped the stiff drink.
Daiman grunted. “Didn’t take much to find her.”
I faced him and set down my cup before I grabbed the file and flipped it open. A paperclip held the files in place. I slipped one photo out and looked at it.
My eyes narrowed, and I swallowed.
“I know,” Daiman rasped.
My gaze fixed on the image of a shirtless Grace standing by her window with the lights on. Her breasts looked like soft pillows that I wanted to bury my face between, then slap them and watch my red handprint stain her skin.
I took the next picture and saw she was completely nude, gazing away, unaware that someone was photographing her. The third photograph showed her in a schoolgirl outfit. I narrowed my eyes, nostrils flaring.
“She’s in a Catholic school,” Daiman muttered, venom in his voice as he spat the words out.
I dropped the photo, then picked up the paperwork that had her information printed on it. Her name was Grace Davis, and she’d recently turned eighteen years old. She lived with her parents, Robert and Margaret Davis, on Sunny Street. She attended Sacred Heart Catholic School and planned on graduating this semester.
My face twisted as I realized a teenage girl had given me the hardest erection I’d ever experienced.
“I know,” Daiman said again. I looked at him through my lashes, watching pain cross his face. “We’re fucking perverts.”
That was an understatement.
Most demons—and I meant it when I saidmost—didn’t care about age. Incubus demons didn’t care where they got their dicks wet as long as they could expel all the energy into a womb.
I, however, had morals, unlike my peers. Daiman did, too, apparently.
I put the papers aside and noticed Daiman’s horns. We relied on glamor to hide our demon characteristics, but it eventually became unbearable.
I steepled my fingers, watching Daiman as I rummaged through my brain for our next course of action. “Was she acting strange when you found her?” I asked, breaking the silence.
He shook his head. “No.”
My lips thinned into a harsh line, and I glanced at the pictures again.
How was she alive?
The girl wasn’t a human anymore, but I didn’t knowwhatshe was. It couldn’t have been just because she wasn’t a virgin. She would have stayed dead, and her soul would have been cast aside for other demons to use, much to their delight. This was the first time this had happened. I’d never made a mistake like this.
Not knowing who spoke to me still bothered me, too. They knew what they were doing and had planned for this to happen.
“Keep an eye on her and keep me updated,” I ordered as I returned to my drink.
Daiman grunted but stood there watching me.
I sighed. “Go ahead.”
“What do you plan on doing with the girl?”
I sipped the bourbon and looked at Daiman with an arched eyebrow. “Nothing.”
