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Authors: Shannon Dermott
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get the hell out of here.”
When his eyes finally met mine, ignoring the tension that suddenly surrounded us, I said, “I don’t get why your dad won’t parole you?” David was nothing short of fair. In fact, he spoiled Flynn rotten and never held anything from him like my mom did me.
“He thinks the demon hunters are hiding in plain sight. Like maybe I’ll hit up the wrong girl,” he paused, “then lights out.”
I understood his irritation at being cooped up, but I couldn’t help but think that David was right. Also, it was in normally my nature not to buck against authority. “Maybe he’s right,” I said.
“Like your mom,” he said coolly.
Okay, that stung. My mom was an abysmal failure at the whole raise your succubus daughter. She’d meant well, as hard as that was to swallow. Even after all our fights recently, I kept telling myself that she had my best interest.
“Yeah, well, it’s been two fucking weeks. No scratch that, I haven’t gotten laid for two weeks and I’m horny as all hell, thanks to you.” He stepped closer and I tried to blend into the door like a fat head poster. “Right now I’m considering Luke’s wrath if I were to throw you over my shoulder and give you what you need.”
“What I need is for you to step the back,” I squabbled.
Leaning in, so that his minty breath fanned over my face, he said ever so softly, “But what you want –.”
There was a knock at my back. And no, it wasn’t heaven knocking, although I would consider the interruption my saving grace. Flynn leaned up, licked his lips and stepped far enough back and to the side, that I could open the door.
The foot gap that I allowed, revealed a small girl who looked about thirteen. She had a cheerleader smile and carried a couple of boxes in her hand. When she spoke, her spiral dark curls bounced against her olive skin like someone with ants in their pants. “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. My sister is a girl scout and has to sell all these cookies. It’s for a good cause. And they’re really good. Only two dollars a box,” she blurted, with a look that said she hated doing this more than I hated the sales pitch.
The sincerity in her face made me want to buy all she had. “Yeah, sure,” I said, “Wait just a minute.” Opening the door wider a little, I spun to go get cash from upstairs. I had a fleeting thought I should have offered her to come in while I did the deed.
Before I could take another step, Flynn’s hand grabbed my bicep and swung me out of the way. He stepped into the doorway as my back hit the wall beside the door. It all happened so fast, I only heard an umph sound before he pulled the falling body in our house and closed the door.
“Oh my god! What did you do?” I yelled, looking down at a dagger pressed into the girl who resembled a living doll. Her eyes were wide and I watched helpless as they dulled with her final breath. I couldn’t help it, I screamed.
My mom was the first to respond. David wasn’t too far behind as they rushed down from the second floor. I covered my mouth and looked at Flynn as he stood there all smug. I pointed at him like a small child would at the boogey man.
“What?” he challenged. “She had that dagger ready to stab you in the back. If I hadn’t stepped in, that would be you.” He pointed at the now dead girl bleeding out on the entryway tile. I was beginning to hate this part of the house; it had seen far too much blood and death considering my father’s entrance on my birthday and Flynn’s near fatal blow by the other demon hunter.
“What happened?” my mom barked. David stood looking at his son but not with scorn. No, David trusted his son. Parts of me wished David was my dad.
Flynn explained and I didn’t listen. “She’s human,” I protested.
“She’s a demon hunter. Get your head in the game Mercy. It’s them or us,” Flynn spit. But he sounded winded. He was still injured.
I shook my head and
When his eyes finally met mine, ignoring the tension that suddenly surrounded us, I said, “I don’t get why your dad won’t parole you?” David was nothing short of fair. In fact, he spoiled Flynn rotten and never held anything from him like my mom did me.
“He thinks the demon hunters are hiding in plain sight. Like maybe I’ll hit up the wrong girl,” he paused, “then lights out.”
I understood his irritation at being cooped up, but I couldn’t help but think that David was right. Also, it was in normally my nature not to buck against authority. “Maybe he’s right,” I said.
“Like your mom,” he said coolly.
Okay, that stung. My mom was an abysmal failure at the whole raise your succubus daughter. She’d meant well, as hard as that was to swallow. Even after all our fights recently, I kept telling myself that she had my best interest.
“Yeah, well, it’s been two fucking weeks. No scratch that, I haven’t gotten laid for two weeks and I’m horny as all hell, thanks to you.” He stepped closer and I tried to blend into the door like a fat head poster. “Right now I’m considering Luke’s wrath if I were to throw you over my shoulder and give you what you need.”
“What I need is for you to step the back,” I squabbled.
Leaning in, so that his minty breath fanned over my face, he said ever so softly, “But what you want –.”
There was a knock at my back. And no, it wasn’t heaven knocking, although I would consider the interruption my saving grace. Flynn leaned up, licked his lips and stepped far enough back and to the side, that I could open the door.
The foot gap that I allowed, revealed a small girl who looked about thirteen. She had a cheerleader smile and carried a couple of boxes in her hand. When she spoke, her spiral dark curls bounced against her olive skin like someone with ants in their pants. “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. My sister is a girl scout and has to sell all these cookies. It’s for a good cause. And they’re really good. Only two dollars a box,” she blurted, with a look that said she hated doing this more than I hated the sales pitch.
The sincerity in her face made me want to buy all she had. “Yeah, sure,” I said, “Wait just a minute.” Opening the door wider a little, I spun to go get cash from upstairs. I had a fleeting thought I should have offered her to come in while I did the deed.
Before I could take another step, Flynn’s hand grabbed my bicep and swung me out of the way. He stepped into the doorway as my back hit the wall beside the door. It all happened so fast, I only heard an umph sound before he pulled the falling body in our house and closed the door.
“Oh my god! What did you do?” I yelled, looking down at a dagger pressed into the girl who resembled a living doll. Her eyes were wide and I watched helpless as they dulled with her final breath. I couldn’t help it, I screamed.
My mom was the first to respond. David wasn’t too far behind as they rushed down from the second floor. I covered my mouth and looked at Flynn as he stood there all smug. I pointed at him like a small child would at the boogey man.
“What?” he challenged. “She had that dagger ready to stab you in the back. If I hadn’t stepped in, that would be you.” He pointed at the now dead girl bleeding out on the entryway tile. I was beginning to hate this part of the house; it had seen far too much blood and death considering my father’s entrance on my birthday and Flynn’s near fatal blow by the other demon hunter.
“What happened?” my mom barked. David stood looking at his son but not with scorn. No, David trusted his son. Parts of me wished David was my dad.
Flynn explained and I didn’t listen. “She’s human,” I protested.
“She’s a demon hunter. Get your head in the game Mercy. It’s them or us,” Flynn spit. But he sounded winded. He was still injured.
I shook my head and
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