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I’m throwing the dagger at Levi’s face before I can even think better of it. He chuckles darkly—the noise reminding me distinctly of what we did in the elevator—and stealthily sidesteps my blade.
That’s okay, though.Thatblade was just a distraction.
I grab two more daggers from where they’ve been shoved underneath the mattress—the hilt sticking out, making them easily accessible.
Silently, I lunge at Levi, slicing at him with the dagger in my right hand. He moves to twirl out of the way, but my other blade is right there, in his chest, before he can take more than a few steps.
It won’t kill him—hunters still haven’t figured out a way to permanently kill a demon—but itwillhurt like a bitch.
He chuckles yet again and, with a long, whipping tail that sticks out of his designer jeans, reaches for the dagger embedded in his chest.
A freakingtail.
Where the hell did that come from?
His tail wraps around my hand, which is still clutching the hilt, and then he pulls. Blood surges from his wound and wets both of our skin.
I spin away, still clutching the blood-tipped dagger, and begin to circle him. Levi watches me with amused eyes, his tail flicking, one of his hands on top of the wound that is already beginning to heal.
“Is that any way to treat your lover, princess?” he asks in a teasing, singsong voice as he strokes the tip of his tail between his fingers. “You haven’t even seen what I can do with this.”
“What did you do to Brooks?” I growl, my eyes instinctively flicking towards the sleeping hunter for a fraction of a second.
He should’ve woken up as soon as he heard the sound of fighting. Hell, he should’ve woken up as soon as the bed dipped when I rolled off of it. The only thing that pacifies the rage inside of me is the steady rise and fall of his chest.
He’s breathing, at least for now.
Levi waves away my concerns as if they’re nothing but pesky flies.
“I didn’t hurt your lover boy, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He pushes out his lips in an exaggerated pout. “Just what do you take me for?”
“A demon.”
He considers that answer for a moment and then nods seriously, as if acknowledging the truth of those two words.
“That I am. But you should know me better than that. I don’t mindlessly hurt people if I can help it. That’s not my job.” He pauses, cants his head to the side, and then amends his previous statement. “For the most part, I don’t mindlessly hurt people.”
“What about the men and women you’ve slaughtered in this hotel?” Pure venom weaves itself into my tone.
Ihatethis man…demon…whatever the fuck he is. I hate him for luring me in the way a hunter would a defenseless, fluffy bunny. And just like the bunny, I feel like his goddamn dinner.
“I told you before. I may be a monster, but I’m not the monster you’re looking for.” He begins to tap his fingers against his thighs in irritation. “And to answer your previous question, your husband is sleeping. He’ll wake up as soon as I leave, good as new.” He flashes me a smile that I once would’ve thought was charming but now makes the snakes inside my stomach hiss and slither erratically. “So how was it?”
I choke on my own spit. “Please tell me you’re not asking about my sex life.”
He shrugs. “Color me curious.” His dark eyebrows nudge upwards suggestively. “Was it everything you’ve imagined? Iknow you’ve been pining over that bellend almost as long as he’s been pining over you.”
“If you’re going to try to kill me, can you just cut to the chase? I’m tired of hearing you speak.”
He throws his head back in braying laughter. “I’m not here to kill you, princess. I’m here to help you.” He gives a dramatic bow, his tail pretending to dip an imaginary top hat in the process. “Knight in shining armor extraordinaire, at your service.”
“Why are you doing this? What ritual are you trying to complete?” I hold my dagger at the ready as I continue to circle him, searching for an opening.
I don’t know what I hope to do once I stab him—he won’t die—but I’m determined to fight for my life.
“How many times do I have to repeat myself? I. Didn’t. Kill. Those. People.” With an exasperated huff, he stalks towards me and stops when he’s only an inch away.
The blood-soaked tip of my dagger presses into his neck, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. His eyes are intent on my face.
