My temper spikes with rage.I have one Achilles heel—my little sister.Larissa and I aren’t close in a BFF sisterly way, but we’d take a bullet for each other, no questions asked.
“You stay the fuck away from her,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Who’s going to make me?”
“I will.”
The voice.The low voice that’s not quite human, but that I recognize.
“Rogan,” I say softly.
He’s there—buck naked—his gorgeous body shiny with sweat.
“How the hell did you get here?”Richard demands.
“Let her go,” Rogan growls.
“He got into your place, Rogan,” I say.“Into your closet.”
“He didn’t get in,” Rogan says.“But one of his minions did.”
“You mean…you’renotworking with demons?”
“We’ll talk later,” Rogan says, his voice finally normalizing.“For now, she comes with me, Richard.”
“That’s Your Majesty to you,” Richard says.
“Youknowhim?”I widen my eyes.
“Everyone knows the demon king.”
Everyone?Interesting word, since the dick’s been married to my mother for years andIdidn’t know.
“You have no power here, Rogan,” Richard says with his satanic smile on his face.“She doesn’t go anywhere until I say she does.”
“Think again.”Rogan grabs me, throws me over his shoulder as if I’m a sack of potatoes, and turns.
“Impetum eos!”Richard roars.
One semester of Latin in college pays off.Attack them.But no one else is—
I gasp as demons appear from nowhere in all directions, their eyes red with evil and malice.
My heart sinks.There’s no way out of this.No freaking way.
“Hang on!”Rogan yells at me.
“Hang onto what?”
“Just fucking hang on!”
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Igrab onto Rogan’s ass, wrap my arms around it.I’m upside down and still reeling from whatever Richard dosed me with.
And—
Crack!