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me. “How would you know that?”
“He told me. Besides, if he wanted to hurt me, he had plenty of time to do it before you got here.”
“He is lying,” he muttered. “Megan, he is a demon. You can never trust a demon.”
“I noticed you and the demon were talkin’ when we I came up.” Harrison had scrambled back over the wall, and was now walking toward us. The wings were gone. He was once again plain old Harrison, with his hazel eyes, chiseled features, blond ponytail and red jeans—if you call that plain. “What did the filthy beast say ta ya?”
I hadn’t yet told Guy about The Book of Calls . I didn’t care if Harrison was an angel. There was no way I was going to share its existence with him.
“He was begging me to put my crucifix away. I had just put it in my pocket when you showed up.”
A relief filled smile lit up Guy’s face. “You are the most resourceful person. You know that?”
His smile made me smile. I was glad to see he was no longer worried about me—although I have to admit, the worry was charming.
Meanwhile, Harrison seemed befuddled. “Beggin’ yer pardon, Megan, but demons don’t usually engage in conversation. How did he approach ya?”
“He didn’t. I approached him.”
“What?” squawked Guy, the concern returning to his face.
“Let me finish. I saw someone or something moving in the garden shadows outside the kitchen window, so I came outside. He was hiding. But when I commanded him to come out, he did.”
“You commanded the demon to come out and he obeyed?” Guy seemed incredulous.
“Uh-huh.”
“A mortal cannot command a demon!” Harrison barked. He turned his angry eyes on Guy. “You need to tell yer gal to stop with the lying and turn it over to us.”
I shot Guy a questioning look.
“He think’s you have The Book of Calls .”
I could feel the color draining from my face. “The what book?”
“She doesn’t have it!” Guy snapped at him.
Harrison faced me, his beautiful features marred by anger. “You are lucky to be alive.” He practically spat the words at me. He turned to Guy. “And you are blinded by love, mate.”
With those words Harrison stormed across the garden, and hopped back over the wall, this time without the use of wings.
“What’s with him?”
“He’s a tracker. I think he’s embarrassed you dealt with a demon so easily.”
“Some tracker,” I muttered.
“But he’s right,” Guy continued. “A mortal cannot command a demon.”
“I did.”
“At least that’s what the demon wanted you to believe. For some reason he was trying to win you over.”
“Perhaps.” Waves of guilt rippled my stomach. I needed to tell Guy that I had The Book of Calls . But I couldn’t tell him now, two minutes after I told him I didn’t have it.
“I don’t think the demon was playing a trick,” I said, mashing the guilt down deep into my gut.“He was hiding when I came out. And I could tell he didn’t want to reveal himself until I commanded him to.”
Guy looked into my eyes, his expression unreadable. When he next spoke, his voice was coming from far away. “Megan, you need to be careful when I’m not around. You may not realize it, but you are in danger.”
He continued staring at me, and I recognized the look in his eyes. It was the look of love. I knew Guy loved me, but I hadn’t seen that special look in his eyes before. It made me go all gooey inside.
“Megan, are you out there?” Suze’s voice rang out from the kitchen.
I saw Guy move. At least I think I did. There was a wooshingsound, like a mini-tornado had sprung up in the garden. And he was gone, just as Suze poked her head outside.
“Did I hear you talking to someone out here?”
“No. Just thinking out loud.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Not a chance.
#
Guy texted me three times that night. He was checking up on me, making sure I was safe. All this attention from him left me with a warm and fuzzy feeling, as if I was the
“He told me. Besides, if he wanted to hurt me, he had plenty of time to do it before you got here.”
“He is lying,” he muttered. “Megan, he is a demon. You can never trust a demon.”
“I noticed you and the demon were talkin’ when we I came up.” Harrison had scrambled back over the wall, and was now walking toward us. The wings were gone. He was once again plain old Harrison, with his hazel eyes, chiseled features, blond ponytail and red jeans—if you call that plain. “What did the filthy beast say ta ya?”
I hadn’t yet told Guy about The Book of Calls . I didn’t care if Harrison was an angel. There was no way I was going to share its existence with him.
“He was begging me to put my crucifix away. I had just put it in my pocket when you showed up.”
A relief filled smile lit up Guy’s face. “You are the most resourceful person. You know that?”
His smile made me smile. I was glad to see he was no longer worried about me—although I have to admit, the worry was charming.
Meanwhile, Harrison seemed befuddled. “Beggin’ yer pardon, Megan, but demons don’t usually engage in conversation. How did he approach ya?”
“He didn’t. I approached him.”
“What?” squawked Guy, the concern returning to his face.
“Let me finish. I saw someone or something moving in the garden shadows outside the kitchen window, so I came outside. He was hiding. But when I commanded him to come out, he did.”
“You commanded the demon to come out and he obeyed?” Guy seemed incredulous.
“Uh-huh.”
“A mortal cannot command a demon!” Harrison barked. He turned his angry eyes on Guy. “You need to tell yer gal to stop with the lying and turn it over to us.”
I shot Guy a questioning look.
“He think’s you have The Book of Calls .”
I could feel the color draining from my face. “The what book?”
“She doesn’t have it!” Guy snapped at him.
Harrison faced me, his beautiful features marred by anger. “You are lucky to be alive.” He practically spat the words at me. He turned to Guy. “And you are blinded by love, mate.”
With those words Harrison stormed across the garden, and hopped back over the wall, this time without the use of wings.
“What’s with him?”
“He’s a tracker. I think he’s embarrassed you dealt with a demon so easily.”
“Some tracker,” I muttered.
“But he’s right,” Guy continued. “A mortal cannot command a demon.”
“I did.”
“At least that’s what the demon wanted you to believe. For some reason he was trying to win you over.”
“Perhaps.” Waves of guilt rippled my stomach. I needed to tell Guy that I had The Book of Calls . But I couldn’t tell him now, two minutes after I told him I didn’t have it.
“I don’t think the demon was playing a trick,” I said, mashing the guilt down deep into my gut.“He was hiding when I came out. And I could tell he didn’t want to reveal himself until I commanded him to.”
Guy looked into my eyes, his expression unreadable. When he next spoke, his voice was coming from far away. “Megan, you need to be careful when I’m not around. You may not realize it, but you are in danger.”
He continued staring at me, and I recognized the look in his eyes. It was the look of love. I knew Guy loved me, but I hadn’t seen that special look in his eyes before. It made me go all gooey inside.
“Megan, are you out there?” Suze’s voice rang out from the kitchen.
I saw Guy move. At least I think I did. There was a wooshingsound, like a mini-tornado had sprung up in the garden. And he was gone, just as Suze poked her head outside.
“Did I hear you talking to someone out here?”
“No. Just thinking out loud.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Not a chance.
#
Guy texted me three times that night. He was checking up on me, making sure I was safe. All this attention from him left me with a warm and fuzzy feeling, as if I was the
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