A Demon Made Me Do It
I’d just been to New York last night to collect the tributes,
and besides, I detest these particular demons. They aren’t good for
anything useful. Unless you consider easing my itch useful. Which I
do. Once they attach themselves to a human body, they assume total
control and force their victims to do harmful things to themselves
and others. The host never survives for very long.
    It’s not like my quest to destroy
other demons stems from the goodness of my heart. If it wasn’t for
the fact that Liora spends time in the Sapie world, leaving my
vessel weak and vulnerable, I wouldn’t care less what other demons
did.
    But many demons out there
can put her…meaning me …at risk. Some Paraste demon could attach to one of the kids
at her school and make him go all Columbine or something and Liora
could get caught in the crossfire. Besides, I need to stay sharp.
On top of my game. The Amazèa may be gone for now, but one day they
will return. And when they do, I’ll be ready.
    Tatiana nods. “Very well. I have
prepared the revealing powder for you.” She motions to the small
satchel on the table. I can’t help but smile. She knows me so well.
The special dust allows me to distinguish Parastes from regular
Sapies and takes several hours to create.
    I grab the pouch, bid farewell to
Tatiana, and summon Diablo. At the Bridge of Kings I take a quick
look for Bones, but there’s no sentry in sight. “Bones?” I call
out. The night is eerily quiet. I try again, louder this time.
“Bones!” Still no response. I cross the river and head to the
Bar.
    “ Hey, Ivy…Bones
here?”
    “ Hi, sweetie. Yes, he’s
been here for about an hour. I think he’s waiting for
you.”
    “ Yeah, I got held up a
bit. Her …” I roll
my eyes.
    Ivy gives me a sympathetic smile and
motions with her chin to the guy sitting in the corner. “Our sexy
stranger is back again. Did you get the scoop on him or what? I saw
you guys talking at the bar last night.” She sounds accusatory, as
if I’m holding out on her.
    I avoid her gaze. Yes, he’d approached
where I was sitting, but only to order another drink from Cody.
We’d exchanged “hello”s, and he’d commented on the music playing on
the jukebox. Guess he really likes Led Zeppelin. But then he went
about his business and I went about mine. I hadn’t seen him
again…until earlier tonight in the alley. But I’m not about to
replay this tidbit of embarrassing info to one of the biggest
gossips in Dryndara.
    “ Sorry, Ives, we didn’t
really talk. But I really do need to go speak with Bones,” I say as
I spot him chatting with Cody.
    Ivy gives a small frown, but doesn’t
say anything, her attention diverted by a group of approaching
demions.
    I glance casually around
the room as I make my way up to the bar. Cody and Bones are
laughing about something, but I’m more interested in the back
corner where the vampire brothers are entertaining their friend. As
usual he’s facing away from me, his back to the room. Good.
    “ Lucky Lady,” Bones’
cheerful voice rings out. He pats the empty stool beside him. Two
tall glasses of Jack on the rocks wait for me on the bar. Smiling,
I shimmy over to him.
    “ Hey, doll,” I say, giving
him a peck on the cheek. “Almost didn’t recognize you with your
clothes on.”
    He laughs, revealing two perfectly
even tiny dimples on his tan cheeks. “Well, I’m sorry about that,
but they have funny rules here. ‘Course we can always go somewhere
a little more private and—”
    I punch him lightly on his
shoulder. “Seriously, won’t you ever stop trying?” Cody raises his
eyebrows up and down suggestively, so I lean over and sock him,
too. “You guys are ridiculous.”
    They both chuckle, and Bones rubs his
shoulder gingerly. “I think it’s bruised. It needs a kiss to feel
better…”
    “ Oh, puh-leeze. Spare me.”
I roll my eyes and sit down. But the truth is I love when Bones
flirts with me, especially because he doesn’t have

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