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His gut said both.
“We’re not supposed to shake hands, remember?” He gestured to the packet of papers in her other hand. “It was in that ridiculous list of demands from The Aegis.”
“Ah, yes.” Irritation flashed in her eyes as she held up the packet. “It’s right here, and I completely spaced it.” She flipped a page and thrust it in front of him. “I just wanted to address today’s itinerary.”
“Today’s itinerary for me is to hunt demons and demonic spirits. Might even squeeze in an exorcism. I don’t know what’s in your plan for the day. I’m just a temp, unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Take it up with Shanea.”
She let out a frustrated huff and glanced back at her colleagues, who were too busy gawking at the demon artifacts lining the walls to pay them any attention. With no support to be found, she turned back to Logan.
Man, she was gorgeous. Intense and elegant like a hawk, with a slight tilt to her almond-shaped eyes and a delicate aquiline curve along the bridge of her nose. Made him want to boop it.
He doubted she’d appreciate that.
“It’s just that sparring isn’t on the schedule.” She jabbed the paper with her red-lacquered finger. “See? Right here, it says we’d have orientation and a tour of the facility, but sparring and tactical weapons demonstrations isn’t until tomorrow—”
“What’s the matter?” He spent a pointedly long time sizing her up, wondering how fast those slender legs could sweep an enemy off their feet, and how quickly those delicate fingers could flip a blade into an opponent’s eye. Then he smiled at how easy it would be to put her on the mat, no matter how good she was. The only one of the lot who looked like he could give Logan a run for his money was the big guy who practically screamed special forces. Although the other female looked like a scrapper who could get in some lucky strikes. He had a feeling her scars and limp could tell a lot of tales. “Afraid to take me on?”
He got a kick out of the way her mouth worked soundlessly for a second before she found her voice. “Wordsare my weapons, Mr., ah, Logan.”
“The pen is mightier than the sword, eh?” He opened the door to the training facility. “Personally, I think actions speak louder than words.”
Her smile was downright condescending. “I’m sure you do.”
Laughing, he ushered her and the other Aegi inside.
The special forces guy who nearly matched Logan’s six-four height and looked like he spent most of his time in the gym, gaped through the armory door at the rows of weapons inside. “Holy…wow.”
“Carlos is our Chief Weapons Master,” Eva explained, not that Logan gave a crap.
“I can’t believe this,” Carlos breathed. He was practically drooling. “Is that a Djevith bone breaker? How many do you have? Can I see it?”
Logan didn’t see any reason to refuse. All the weapons here were for training purposes only, their edges dulled, and their magical properties, if any, either disabled or diminished.
“Have at it. All of you. When you’re done, meet me on the mat. If you have questions about any of the weapons, I’ll show you how they work.”
Carlos disappeared inside, followed by everyone except Eva. She walked with Logan to the other side of the room while the others swarmed the armory like a succubus in a sex toy store.
Which made him picture Lilith in a sex toy store.
Which caused some mental trauma.
Son of a bitch. He would never be able to hear the wordsuccubusagain without thinking of that psychopath and what she’d done to his family. What she wanted to do to him.
Needing a distraction, he swung around to Eva. EH-vuh. He liked the softness in the pronunciation, the way it was spoken on a breath, crossing the lips like a caress.
“You aren’t interested in the weapons?”
She dropped her tote next to the wall. “Not especially.”
He gestured to her bright blue bag. “Got a stang in there?”
Surprise flickered in her eyes, quickly snuffed. “What makes you say that?”
“It says in that stack of papers that you were all allowed to bring one. Did you?”
“I did.”
“So, get it out. Let’s see what you can do with it.”
