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“Yeah, that one.”Shaw so did not care.
“Why exactly? Isit the colour? The label? Does it compliment my skin tone more than the black?”He shouldn’t keep playing with her but Kaleb couldn’t resist. There wassomething about watching the Valkyrie’s jaw clench and anger spark in thosegreen orbs that was just too captivating.
Shaw rolled hereyes to the heavens and prayed fervently for a lightning bolt to strike eitherone of them. At least then the misery would end. What was she doing here?Following this Demon around… like an actual flunky. Yet, Good Goddess, when hedug his heels in, he’d proven an unstoppable force. And, she wasn’t going toadmit it to him, but also a mildly amusing one. Like when he’d strolled intothe clothing store and proclaimed loudly for everyone to hear.‘Never doyour own stunts, people, no matter how much the studio offers you.’
“Hmmm, I don’tknow.” Kaleb stared at the olive shirt hard before shifting his attention toone of the hovering sales assistants. “What do you think, Flunky Number Two?”He shot the Valkyrie a quick grin. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be Flunky NumberOne to me. Now, Two, what do you think? If we go with the olive, I can keepthese trousers I have on. But if we go with the black… Hey, hands, Number One,hands.”
Shaw had hadenough of the eager beaver saleswomen drooling over the half-naked Demonstanding in the middle of the store. Not that she was tired of staring at hisbare chest… wait, no, that came out wrong. Yes, the Conflict Demon was clearlyfit; those pecs and the light play of blonde hair that dusted them, those abs,that flat stomach. All attesting to the fact. But even art got boring afteryou’d stared at it too long and weren’t allowed to touch it. Um, what? No, shedidn’t mean that either.
Honestly, Shawneeded to get out of here, now. Manhandling Kaleb into the olive shirt so thesales assistants would cease their fawning and they could leave was onlyexpedient. She hardly copped a feel at all. Damn Valkyrie curiosity, his skinreally was as firm and silky smooth as it looked. Thankfully he was just sohim, so irritating and annoying, she could quickly push all that aside.
Back out in themain lobby area the Demon once more displayed his strength by grabbing Shaw bythe elbow and hauling her to a halt. She turned to look at him, only to findhim glaring equally hard back at her. Well, not at her, but down at her leatherwaistcoat, jeans and shit kicker boots.
“What? What’swrong now?” For Sweet Freyja’s sake. He was clean. He was dressed. What couldpossibly be wrong with the high-maintenance Demon now? Why was he staring ather like that? And not down her cleavage like most males? What was that pang?Her ego couldn’t be a little dented, could it? No, Shaw was just angry and fedup at all the delays, that was all. “What?”
He had theaudacity to release a put upon sigh. Him? As if he was the one hanging on tohis last thread of patience.
“Number One. Weare not storming a castle. We are here to woo clients of a Godly nature and toissue an invitation to a party. Yes, admittedly Galen’s sisters can be prickly,but underneath it all they are just wonderful kickass average ConflictDemonesses. So this whole bar fight ready ensemble has to go. We need somethingclassy. I know it’s going to be a stretch, Number One, but for the cause, I’mafraid you’re going to have to suck it up. There’s the ladies store, let’s justhead over and I’ll help you pick out something…” Kaleb stopped talking becausesometime in the last two seconds the Valkyrie had changed. He didn’t meangotten taller, or let loose those glorious corkscrew golden curls, he meant shehad on an entirely different outfit. And whoa, it totally owned classy butshe’d gone two steps further and added a sexy edge that made his cock leap tosalute the effort.
Wide legged whitetrousers encased those long legs, whilst a sheer black short sleeve shirt withthe faintest of white pin stripes running through it clung to those enticingbreasts. Enough buttons undone to hint at both the bodacious cleavage she wasrocking, along with the fitted black camisole she was wearing underneath.Somehow, Lucifer love him, she was wearing black open toe five inch stilettosthat now had her glaring down her beautiful narrow nose at Kaleb.
“How did you dothat?” Could she conjure up other outfits? Lingerie? A string bikini? Could shebe naked in under a second? Whoa, cock, down boy, steady.
“None of yourbusiness.” Shaw was not going to explain how the white toga-like garment calleda Shellan and the gold battle boots that all Valkyries wore, could, with just athought, transform into any outfit of their choosing. How the Shellan didn’tjust remain sweat and dirt free but more importantly, it helped with thecomfort factor when it came to wearing the traditional Valkyrie gold platedbreast plate.
“So prickly, youreally should work on your interpersonal skills.” Kaleb noted a sign with anarrow. “The auditorium is this way.” He strode out the main lobby doors andturned left. Sauntering along the wide veranda, projecting an air thatsuggested he was the owner come to survey his property.
Several guestswere lounging about on the comfy furniture, enjoying the cool breeze generatedby the overhead fans. Kaleb acknowledged a few people with a nod, waving toothers. He didn’t know anyone, or rather he might know everyone, he justcouldn’t remember them. But it cost him nothing to be friendly. He could alwaysbe a bastard and eviscerate their lives at a later date with a few carefullychosen words if required. He was a Conflict Demon after all, he could sense aperson’s weakness from a hundred yards away, at night, in a fog, he was justthat talented.
Beyond the mainbuilding they stepped onto a winding garden path that steered them away fromthe accommodation wing of the Hotel. Eventually they passed by several occupiedtennis courts. The path twisting and turning, looping around a playground anddedicated picnic area. Finally they stepped out of a lush section of gardeninto an open courtyard, confronted by a large, distinctly European monstrositythat Shaw was guessing was the auditorium.
They were comingat it from the side, but even then, the wide marble steps leading up to thespacious ground floor balcony was decorated with a multitude of cavortingnymphs. Whilst a series of cherubs clutching musical instruments and flashingtheir half-naked butts mooned them from all sides. The long wide space probablyused as an overflow area where guests could gather for drinks at intermission.
Walking along thebalcony they hit the even more impressive front of the building, where amultitude of statutes could be found, fighting a clash of columns, arches andelaborate moulding for space.
This was whereinternational rock stars held intimate concerts for five thousand of theirwealthiest patrons. Life gurus conducted workshops advising those same peoplehow to spend their millions. Whilst billionaire evangelists preached ways fortheir billionaire parishioners to donate their money to the church so theywould feel closer to God.
“Okay, plan ofattack, Number One, I’ll… hmbliehjk??”
Shaw glared downat the struggling Conflict Demon. She was liking these stilettos as he futilelytried to bat away her fingers that now had his lips smashed rather painfullytogether. “My name is Shaw. No more Flunky. No more Flunky Number One. OrNumber One. Nod, if you understand?”
He gave her theacknowledgement she required. Rubbing his sore lips Kaleb couldn’t help butgrin, ouch, but still, he’d succeeded in getting the Valkyrie’s name. It feltlike he’d conquered a battalion of bloodthirsty Tolgath Giants single-handedly.“Excellent. But you’ll always be Flunky… kijhltbht!”
“Shaw.” Shereiterated for the hearing impaired or perhaps brain damaged Demon. A car hadexploded in his face earlier, perhaps he was broken. Still, she gave his lipsan extra smoosh as a teaching aid in case he was just slow.
Kaleb wondered ifhe’d need a lip transplant, no, the feeling was starting to come back, doubleouch. “As I was saying… Shaw, inside we are going to be facing a foe moredeadly, more conniving, more venomous, than any creature you have ever foughtbefore. Follow my lead. Be on your guard. Let me do all the talking.”
Seriously? Shawglared at the back of Kaleb’s head as she followed him through a series ofnarrow winding corridors with signs advising they were headed backstage. He wasgiving her battle advice? Her? Maybe he really was damaged. Like she couldn’tdeal with seven Conflict She-Demons with her eyes closed.
They finallystepped out into a cavernous, almost warehouse type space. A large crowd ofabout four hundred very expensively dressed men and women loitering about. Somesitting. Some standing around chatting in groups. Some tapping away furiouslyon their phones. As a one the group suddenly fell silent, every head turning toevaluate the newcomers.
By the Sword. Achill swept down Shaw’s spine. The potent threat in the air unmistakeable. Thebloodthirsty look in the group’s eyes unmistakeable. Some of her sisterValkyries could have learnt a thing or two in regards to intimidation from thislot. Four hundred? The numbers were going to be tough. But technicallysurvivable, well at least for her. Shaw would work on the assumption theConflict Demon would be useless… except perhaps as a personal shield.
She was secondsaway from calling her halberds and swapping out this stupid outfit for her goldarmour, when Kaleb took a big step forward and waved, smiling broadly like thesimpleton she was beginning to suspect he was. Pity, when the packaging was sopretty.
The glare thegroup were directing their way amped up to what Shaw easily recognised askilling rage. Yeah, this lot would not be satisfied with anything less thantheir bodies strung from the rafters, headless and probably missing a limb ortwo.
Kaleb took anotherstep forward, still smiling, still waving. Perfect, he could be the distractionwhilst Shaw started killing.
