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I probably looked like an idiot with my jaw on the ground. Without thinking, I reached out to touch the helmet, rubbing my hand over the hard, smooth surface that had just a moment ago been a mop of dark hair. Suddenly it was hair again, and I was rubbing his head, and Eamon had his eyes closed, leaning into my hand.
I snatched it away, and the helmet appeared back on his head. He could feel me right through the helmet because he’d formed it out of his soul stuff or whatever. The fake helmet would do nothing to protect him in a crash; he was relying fully on being able to dematerialize on impact. In that way, demons were nearly invincible.
Ignoring the tingling where we touched, I climbed onto the back of the bike and wrapped my arms around him.
“This is a bad idea,” I said.
“I’ll get you some protective clothing,” he assured me. “For now, I’ll drive slow.”
That hadn’t been what I was worried about, but I stayed quiet.
The ride was every bit as dangerous as I’d imagined. Not thebeing on a motorcyclepart, but thepressed up against Eamonpart. I also realized that none of his clothes were real. They were all formed from his own body, so in essence, I was pressed up against a naked demon. I supposed that meant all demons were naked all the time unless they chose to put on real clothes.
The more I thought about it, the more naked the back I was pressed up against felt. He smelled so good too. I didn’t know what I’d been expecting; sulfur and brimstone? What I got instead was sexy, spicy man, through-and-through. By the end of the short ride, I wanted to jump his bones.
“Here we are.” Eamon helped me off the bike. “The Starving Aardvark.”
The place was busy, but the host recognized Eamon and ushered us into a cozy spot in the corner.
“Eamon! Is that a date?” asked the cheerful man with a colorful shirt covered in aardvarks.
“Yes,” Eamon replied before I could tell the gentleman that we were just friends.
Oh well. I guess that was as good a cover as any.
“That’s new and exciting. You’ve never come in with a lady before.” He handed us two sets of menus.
“There’s a first time for everything. I’ll have my usual,” Eamon said.
A first time for everything? For some reason, I’d thought Eamon was taking me to all the places he usually took the girls he dated. Or was he the type to pick up women at clubs and bars and disappear before the morning?
“I’ll come back for your order,” the man said to me.
“No, I already know I want to try your chicken and waffles. I’ve been hearing about it since I got into the city.” I handed the menu back. “And a diet cola, please.”
“Wonderful! Two chicken and waffles, a Buffalo Bomber, and a diet cola coming right up.” He headed to the back to fill the orders.
“A Buffalo Bomber?”
“It’s their version of a rum and cola,” Eamon explained.
“So, you don’t usually bring your dates to this place?” I asked, deciding I was too curious to leave it alone.
“I don’t date.”
“Oh.”
Did that mean he only had one-night stands? Or did it mean he didn’t meet up with women? I didn’t know why I even wanted to dig into his dating history. It wasn’t like we were actually dating.
“What did you find in that book?” he asked.
I showed him the photos I’d taken of Saoirse’s notes. “But I don’t exactly know what everything means.”
“Good thing we’re visiting a witch next. Sybil will know what to make of them.”
I’d been hearing about this Sybil since yesterday. She was making a special charm for me that would make it even harder for Mother to take over my body. It was hard enough with me knowing about it and consciously fighting her, but the charm would make it almost impossible as long as I had it on.
Technically, I could hide this charm on my body and be free of her, but that wasn’t enough for me. I worried she’d come back as someone new and ruin my life for messing up her plans. Also, the charm didn’t protect against physical attacks, only magical ones, like bodily invasion from a wayward soul. And what if I needed to take it off?
