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own.”
I stepped back from him, then paused. “Wait. I have a question.”
He bobbed his head.
This was dicey, asking what I needed to ask, it would tip my hand. But if anyone would know if it were possible, I had a feeling it would be Moloch. It wasn’t like I was about to meet another demon I could even partially trust. Still, I didn’t want to throw caution to the wind. I revised my question a split second before I spit it out. “Orion bound the witch, Milly, to him fully, didn’t he? He could sense her, and she could sense him?”
Moloch gave a start. “Yes, he did. Demons love keeping tabs on their pets to make life the worst hell they could. Does that answer help you?”
I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
The demon in front of me clasped his hands in front of his body, his red eyes boring into mine with an intensity of a razor-sharp blade cutting through me, peeling me open to the world. And then they widened ever so slightly. “Ah, I see what you are about. Dangerous what you would try, but . . . it may work. You are true to your heritage and the strength your people carried. It is an honor to meet you . . . Rylee of the Blood.”
A chill swept through me as he gave me a slow, painful bow, and then the wind picked up, slashing my face with sand particles, forcing my eyes closed.
“She’s moving.”
“Mother goddess, she’s breathing! What happened?”
The voices of those I loved most in the world surrounded me as I came back to myself. “I went for a little walk.” I croaked out the words as if I truly had been in a desert. “Can I get water?”
“I’m on it, boss.” Alex scrambled away, the sound of displays knocked over echoed in the store. Peta lay across my legs in her snow leopard form, her warmth curling through me and her green eyes full of worry. I ran a hand over her head.
“I’m okay.”
Liam held me to him, my back to his chest. “Rylee, what in the hell happened?”
I put a hand to my neck and the bump shifted again, and I jerked out of Liam’s arms, and out from under Peta, to crawl a few feet away from them.
“Don’t touch me and don’t touch what’s about to come out of my neck,” I said. The sound and feel of the back of my neck ripping open sent a gasp through not only me, but everyone else as well.
“Rylee,” Lark said softly, “that looks like a lung burrower. What in the name of the mother goddess is it doing in you ?”
The slithering demon slipped out of me and off the back of my neck to the floor. I turned and looked at it. Black and gray streaked, Moloch’s “wormy form” looked like nothing more than an overgrown leech as he slid across the floor at a rapid speed.
Pamela raised her hands, the magic coiling around her fingers.
“Stop! I said don’t hurt him.”
Liam looked from me to Pam and back again. “And why aren’t we hurting the leech thing that just slid out the back of your neck?”
Okay, that sounded more like Faris, but I was splitting hairs. Alex stumbled to his knees in front of me and thrust a water bottle into my hands. I unscrewed it and chugged the entire thing, then handed the empty bottle back to him. “Thanks, buddy.”
He gave me a wink. “Anytime, bossy boss.”
Lark crouched in front of me. “What was that?”
“That was a demon. He needed to speak to me, and thought that burrowing under my skin, making me an emotional wreck and an asshole all at once, was the best way to get my attention.”
She arched an eyebrow at me. “And we didn’t kill him because?”
“He’s against Orion, and he’s going to fight with us at the final battle. Along with a few of his friends.”
Lark let out a breath. “You trust him?”
“You saw my heart stop?”
“Yes.”
“He could have finished me right there. Orion sent him to do it.”
Lark paled, and her eyes widened. “Mother goddess.”
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” I pushed myself to my feet.
I tucked the white tank top into the black stretchy jeans I’d
I stepped back from him, then paused. “Wait. I have a question.”
He bobbed his head.
This was dicey, asking what I needed to ask, it would tip my hand. But if anyone would know if it were possible, I had a feeling it would be Moloch. It wasn’t like I was about to meet another demon I could even partially trust. Still, I didn’t want to throw caution to the wind. I revised my question a split second before I spit it out. “Orion bound the witch, Milly, to him fully, didn’t he? He could sense her, and she could sense him?”
Moloch gave a start. “Yes, he did. Demons love keeping tabs on their pets to make life the worst hell they could. Does that answer help you?”
I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
The demon in front of me clasped his hands in front of his body, his red eyes boring into mine with an intensity of a razor-sharp blade cutting through me, peeling me open to the world. And then they widened ever so slightly. “Ah, I see what you are about. Dangerous what you would try, but . . . it may work. You are true to your heritage and the strength your people carried. It is an honor to meet you . . . Rylee of the Blood.”
A chill swept through me as he gave me a slow, painful bow, and then the wind picked up, slashing my face with sand particles, forcing my eyes closed.
“She’s moving.”
“Mother goddess, she’s breathing! What happened?”
The voices of those I loved most in the world surrounded me as I came back to myself. “I went for a little walk.” I croaked out the words as if I truly had been in a desert. “Can I get water?”
“I’m on it, boss.” Alex scrambled away, the sound of displays knocked over echoed in the store. Peta lay across my legs in her snow leopard form, her warmth curling through me and her green eyes full of worry. I ran a hand over her head.
“I’m okay.”
Liam held me to him, my back to his chest. “Rylee, what in the hell happened?”
I put a hand to my neck and the bump shifted again, and I jerked out of Liam’s arms, and out from under Peta, to crawl a few feet away from them.
“Don’t touch me and don’t touch what’s about to come out of my neck,” I said. The sound and feel of the back of my neck ripping open sent a gasp through not only me, but everyone else as well.
“Rylee,” Lark said softly, “that looks like a lung burrower. What in the name of the mother goddess is it doing in you ?”
The slithering demon slipped out of me and off the back of my neck to the floor. I turned and looked at it. Black and gray streaked, Moloch’s “wormy form” looked like nothing more than an overgrown leech as he slid across the floor at a rapid speed.
Pamela raised her hands, the magic coiling around her fingers.
“Stop! I said don’t hurt him.”
Liam looked from me to Pam and back again. “And why aren’t we hurting the leech thing that just slid out the back of your neck?”
Okay, that sounded more like Faris, but I was splitting hairs. Alex stumbled to his knees in front of me and thrust a water bottle into my hands. I unscrewed it and chugged the entire thing, then handed the empty bottle back to him. “Thanks, buddy.”
He gave me a wink. “Anytime, bossy boss.”
Lark crouched in front of me. “What was that?”
“That was a demon. He needed to speak to me, and thought that burrowing under my skin, making me an emotional wreck and an asshole all at once, was the best way to get my attention.”
She arched an eyebrow at me. “And we didn’t kill him because?”
“He’s against Orion, and he’s going to fight with us at the final battle. Along with a few of his friends.”
Lark let out a breath. “You trust him?”
“You saw my heart stop?”
“Yes.”
“He could have finished me right there. Orion sent him to do it.”
Lark paled, and her eyes widened. “Mother goddess.”
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” I pushed myself to my feet.
I tucked the white tank top into the black stretchy jeans I’d
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