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Just fucking fantastic.
I was stuck with a werewolf and a fucking crossroads demon, whatever the fuck that was, and my sister was more worried about impressing a boy than saving me from whatever fresh hell was coming for me next.
She waved her other hand and I finally noticed she had the spell book in it. With a smile that was far too flirtatious, she handedit to him like this whole big plan had been his idea in the first place.
Prick.
“Thanks a lot, Mace,” I said, trying unsuccessfully to keep the pout out of my tone.
I glanced back at Beau to see the same look on his face as hers, and I rolled my eyes as far as they would go. If they got stuck that way, so be it.
“You’re welcome!” she called out like she was the happiest girl in the world. With a wistful look, she locked eyes with Beau once more before she flounced back into the house with a deceptively mischievous look on her face. She was definitely up to something.
The demon pulled the car away from the curb and started to drive in a way that I could only describe ashellishlyaggressive. Still, the car was a weirdly smooth ride, like things outside weren’t all speeding by at breakneck speeds and other cars weren’t honking at us as we cut them off.
“Gimme the book, Beau,” I demanded. When he didn’t, I leaned back and snatched the book straight out of his hands.
“Hey! I bought that!”
“Too bad,” I snapped. I flipped it open, and a piece of paper fell out. “Oh, I get it now,” I muttered.
“What?”
“Here. This is for you,” I said, throwing the paper in the backseat. He scrambled around trying to catch the tiny little slip, and when he eventually did, he squealed like a little girl. Samaelglanced in the rearview mirror with his eyebrows raised, and I swear that Beau’s whole face turned as red as a cherry tomato.
“What? She just gave me her number, is all,” he answered sheepishly.
“Of course she did,” I mumbled and rolled my eyes again. “Anyhoo, what the fuck is a crossroads demon, and have I already sold my soul just by getting in the car with one?”
Samael snorted with amusement in the seat beside me. “Iwish,” he told me, like his job was selling encyclopedias and not doing the devil’s work. “I am sorry to say, darlin’, that selling your soul is far more involved than just getting in a car with me,” he mused. His voice was smooth like butter, yet somehow it was still as terrifying as it had been the first time. “If that was the case, I’d have just become an Uber driver by now.”
“Next thing you’re going to tell me is that vampires are real too,” I scoffed and both Samael and Beau were deadly quiet. “So, this whole world is a supernatural menagerie, and no one fucking knows about it?”
Beau nodded and I sighed dramatically.
“I make deals with people. I don’t come tothem, they callme. When they do, they ask for what they want, and I give it to themfor a price, of course,” Samael explained as he raced onto the freeway. I wondered how he could see anything.
“Let me guess. For their souls,” I said flatly, and the demon’s lips curled up in a sinister smirk. Stuck beside him in the passenger seat, I slid over as far as I could.
“That is usually the price, yes,” he answered. “A demon’s gotta eat.”
I didn’t want to unpack that. I really didn’t. But after a few minutes, I became uncomfortable with being in a quiet car with a demon. “It’s starting to get dark. Not going to take your sunglasses off?”
“You don’t want me to,” he replied simply.
I didn’t say any more. He was probably right; I didn’t want to know. Actually, I did, but I was sort of afraid to find out all the particulars.
I needed so much weed for this. I worried that the planet didn’t possess the amount of weed that I needed, in fact.
I continued to stew in the passenger seat. Needing to take my mind off my current company, I rifled through the spell book, turning through the pages to see if there was something that would counter everything that had happened. I found the spell my sister had read aloud and skimmed it over once again.
By the moon’s blood light,
I enchant this gold and gem,
To draw the strongest wild men,
And recalls my blood’s past might.
