Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

Holly’s indifference.
    “The directions?” he prompted.
    “You’ll be heading to Michigan.”
    “The exact directions?”
    “In time, demon…One more drink first.”
    Cade heard male cheers as Holly entered the bar again. It was everything he could do not to charge out there and start brawling.

    When Holly returned, Deshazior pulled out the seat next to him for her. With his brows raised in question, he made an okay sign and ran his other forefinger through it.
    “Oh, yeah,” she said, still unsteady. Just as she’d expected, Cadeon had been back there bedding Imatra, who’d relished being caught, giving her that superior look again.
    No, this world wasn’t for Holly.
    But drinking might be. Secure in the knowledge that she wouldn’t be led astray again, she decided to enjoy this very temporary vacation. She would get her old life back—ergo, she could do shots with demons in this new one for a bit.
    “Did you see anything good?” Deshazior asked in a hopeful tone.
    “No, I believe they were just finishing up.”
    “You think they’d only be doffing for a couple of rounds? I heard that Cadeon’s a ladies’ man.”
    “Oh, really?” she asked, her tone bored.
    “I’m surprised he hasn’t been sniffing around you,” he said. “Demons love Valkyrie.”
    “Ah, but do Valkyrie love demons?”
    “Aye. ’Cause we’re the only ones ye won’t kill in bed-sport.”
    High-fives got thrown all around for that one. She forced a smile. Funny that they would touch on a fact that she’d just tonight put together for herself.
    Afraid Deshazior would see something in her expression that surely wasn’t there anyway, she asked, “Do you have a dollar for music?”
    He handed her some currency she’d never seen, and she scuffed to the jukebox. Her mood improved exponentially when she found a Stevie Ray Vaughan album on tap.
    This time when she returned, Deshazior patted his lap for her to sit. He wasn’t hard on the eyes, even with his huge horns. She considered what the old Holly would do.
    Determined to enjoy this bizarre night, she did the opposite, delighting the big demon….
    When Cadeon finally emerged from Imatra’s lair, she was perched on Deshazior’s knee, whispering in his ear, swaying to “Pride and Joy.”
    Her glasses were on Deshazior’s nose, she believed she was wearing the pirate’s sword belt, and she had a sinking suspicion that one of the smaller male demons was sitting on the floor beside her, lovingly rubbing his face against her free hand.
    Cadeon’s wide jaw bunched at the sides, and his eyes flooded with black.
    In the background, Stevie sang, “You mess with her you’ll see a man get mean.”

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    M y female’s in another male’s lap, her lips to his ear….
    Deshazior noticed him and jerked his chin in greeting.
    And I can’t kill him. The storm demon had made no move of aggression. Their breeds weren’t at war. Hell, Cade thought he’d gotten drunk with him before.
    If Cade did anything, everyone would know it was over a female. Through gritted teeth, he told her, “Up—now.” She’d seen him kissing another and had seemed almost amused. Cade had merely seen her flirting with another, and he wanted to slaughter something.
    “Problem, Cadeon?” Deshazior asked, studying Cade’s face.
    “That’s my charge, and we’re leaving.”
    “I’m going, I’m going.” Holly stood unsteadily, removing a sword belt from her waist. Once she’d collected her glasses from Deshazior, she briefly patted his horns.
    More than one male groaned, while she was oblivious, having no idea that for a demon, she might as well have fondled his crotch. “Perhaps I need one for the road—”
    Cade hauled her over his shoulder. “Party’s over, pet.”
    The others eyed him as if he was crazy for manhandling a Valkyrie, yet instead of growing furious, Holly blew her entourage loud kisses with both hands all the way out. “Mwah! Text me, Desh!”

    “Cadeon, where are we headed?” she asked once they were back on the road, cruising down a dark, isolated highway.
    He’d been silent for miles. As if he were mad at her . Without a word, he handed her a slip of paper that read:
    The Laughing Lady Bridge on the Bloodwater River, Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. A contact will be on the bridge at midnight on three consecutive nights beginning Friday.
    “What the hell were you doing in there?” Cadeon finally said.
    “I was just having fun while you were in the back, doffing