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It would be just my luck that the one guy I found myself connecting to since the Bellua brothers left me is a murdering demon.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t good. You know that, right?” she asks.
I hear the rustle of fabric, and I know Becka is getting dressed.
“Demons are…well… You can’t go toe-to-toe with a demon,” she continues.
“What do you suggest I do? Allow this monster to kill more innocent people?”
“Of course not. But…” Becka blows out a heavy breath as she struggles to find her next words. After a prolonged moment of silence, she gets straight to the point. “Do you know what type of demon you're dealing with?”
“No idea,” I confess.
When I first started learning about the monster world, I ran into an older hunter who gave me the lay of the land. He taught me a lot about demons and their power structure. The way he explained it, there are three types of demons.
The first is what he referred to as the grunt workers—the people who work on the line in a factory, clocking in and fulfilling the orders of the powers that be. Then there’s the middle management, like the line supervisor or the manager. And finally, there’s the head honcho, the demon who runs the show, the creature with the most power.
My hunter friend referred to these types of demons as the CEO of the company. They won't bother getting their hands dirty with shit they can send their lackeys to do.
From the rustle of paper, Becka must be flipping through one of the books we’ve collected over the years.
“Okay, so what do we know about our little demon friend?” she questions.
“He murdered a bride and a groom who weren’t necessarily happy together,” I respond, closing my eyes as I recite the facts. Facts. I can handle facts. Emotions are what muddle my senses and make things difficult for me. “There were no signs of forced entry.”
“No burn marks, either, so that rules out a fire demon,” Becka murmurs, more to herself than to me. “The no-forced entry is odd. Demons in our world have to take human or animal form. They can’t just walk through walls.”
“Could the demon have used compulsion to get into and out of the room?” I question.
“Like an incubus?” Becka asks.
An incubus is the love child of a sex demon and a human. They’re not nearly as powerful as their demon parent, but they still have a few gifts—compulsion being one of them.
“Fuck. I don’t know.”
“Could that be what Levi is? A sex demon or an incubus?” Becka presses. “I mean, any guy who is able to capture your attention—”
“He didn’t capture my attention,” I interrupt.
Becka ignores me. “—must have a magic dick.”
“Levi doesn’t have a magic dick,” I growl into the phone, squeezing my eyelids shut and pinching the bridge of my nose.
And then a masculine voice, rife with amusement, says, “I think some women may disagree with that assessment.”
I peel my eyelids open just as Levi steps forward from the shadows, now dressed in a pair of designer jeans and a skintight black T-shirt. He shoves his hands into his pockets as he stares at me, his eyes glimmering and his lips curved into a tiny, mischievous smile.
“Hello, Lily.” He takes another step closer. “I think it’s time we talk.”
21
TWENTY-ONE: LILY
I’m instantly on alert.
“Becks, I have to go.”
“What? Don’t you dare hang up on me, Lily Dean! Don’t you dare. If you hang up on me, I am taking the next flight down and— ”
