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“I got you.” I did have her, a lush armful of her I didn’t want to release.
She slid slowly down my front, her luscious curves pressing against me in all the right places. I groaned as my hand went to her ass, supporting her weight as I slowly, torturously, let her down to her feet. It was a perfect handful, and I couldn’t help myself. I gave it a squeeze. Tansy gasped and looked up at me, her gray eyes filled with lust, and her lips parted. I wasn’t the only one affected by our closeness.
Her soft pink lips beckoned me, and I hauled her back up my body to taste them as her lids fluttered closed. I worried she’d pull away, but she didn’t. Her arms tightened around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my hips. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me back. I was lost the moment our lips touched, and I knew I could kiss her forever and never be bored.
She melted against me, and a sense of victory filled my being. She was mine. All mine.
The sound of the librarian’s clunky shoes clacking up the stairs had me reluctantly pulling away. I lowered her to the floor, and she grabbed the ladder for support as if kissing me had made her knees weak. The air around us shimmered with magic.
“What happened? I heard a scream,” the strict-looking older woman asked.
I mentally thanked the librarian. Tansy had come to me for protection, not to get mauled by a demon the first chance I got.
Tansy spoke before I could even formulate a response. “Did you know this ladder is broken?” She found the rung that had nearly dropped her to the ground and spun it, showing how loose it was. “This thing almost dropped me.”
“My goodness! I had no idea. Are you okay?”
“Eamon here caught me in time. No harm done.” She put her hand on my arm, and I tingled with awareness where we touched.
“I’ll make sure to get someone to fix that. Did you find the information you were looking for?”
“Almost. I made some leeway. Now I’m looking for information about a witch named Saoirse who lived about a hundred and fifty years ago. She trapped a body-snatching soul in a bottle after it tried to take over her daughter.”
“That sounds familiar.” The librarian concentrated. “If I remember correctly, there should be details about her in that big book up there.” She pointed to a massive leather-bound volume on the top shelf near the ceiling. “Let me go grab you another ladder.”
“No need,” I said. “I can get it. As long as you don’t have this place warded against demon magic.”
“Oh!” the woman exclaimed and took a step back. “You’re a demon. I thought your aura felt familiar. The head librarian told us to watch out for demons, but you haven’t caused any mischief yet. I suppose it’s okay. There’s no ward.”
I’d been wrong. The librarian hadn’t noticed my demonic nature at all, probably because I was hiding my natural form and dressed like a college kid. I’d thought it would help me fit in with Tansy’s casual outfit.
I couldn’t miss the change in how the librarian looked at me. I didn’t blame her, though. Trapped in bondage to evil wizards, many of my kind were forced to commit horrible atrocities in their names. Then, when freed, we’d each caused our own share of mischief.
“Good luck on your project.” The librarian left the room quickly, probably to get away from me.
“Let’s check that last book before we go for lunch. We’re so close.”
I popped up to the shelf she’d indicated and picked up the heavy book.
Chapter 7
Tansy
IgawkedasEamonslowly drifted down from the ceiling, book in hand. I’d known demons weren’t confined to our mode of locomotion, but Eamon hadn’t floated or popped off yet, and I’d spent most of yesterday with him.
He’d returned from the pet store yesterday with not one but two cages. A large one for the penthouse and a smaller travel one. I’d protested, but he insisted the cage was a gift for Nugget, not me, and that Nugget could pay him back in snuggles.
Then, in a more serious tone, he’d mentioned that he thought Nugget and I might be here for a while. I did offer to work off the debt when my quest to free myself was over. I guess that was his way of saying I’d be working there for a while.
Then we’d ordered pizza for the whole penthouse and pigged out. It was the first time I’d been allowed more than a single slice. And instead of the usual vegetarian slice with vegan cheese Mother ordered for me—while she ate whatever she wanted because she was “too old to watch my weight”—I got to put whatever I wanted on the pizza, even extra cheese and truffle oil. That had been a little slice of heaven. Several little slices. Okay, big slices.
Eamon cleared his throat, and I realized I was still staring at him while thinking about truffle pizza as he held out the book to me.
“Thank you.” I took it and sat down to start my research.
This book wasn’t like the others. It was a collection of handwritten notes copied from witches and wizards dating back hundreds of years. Some had English translations next to them. How they’d managed to make a photocopy before photocopiers had been invented was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to question a good thing, because when I searched for the witch Saoirse, I found several full journals. Her daughter had collected her notes after her death and recorded them.
“Bingo!” I sent Eamon a grin. “I think we’re in business.”
