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prostitute. I couldn’t let you get away with calling me one.”
Jordan licked his lips and forced himself to pull his eyes away from her luscious curves. He looked up at her face unabashedly. Anyone else would have feared her and what she’d just told him about magick and demons, but, of course, he was not like most people. Knowing she had demon blood, just like him, made her even more desirable to him. He could tell she wanted him, too. He reached toward her face. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand back at him.
“I said, not now. Whether you believe it or not, I am not that kind of woman.”
Jordan doubted that. He also doubted she could so easily deny her desire for him. Something else had kept her from undressing them both the minute they entered the house. Because she was that kind of woman. He took another swig of wine, emptying his cup. She flicked her finger and it was suddenly full again. He looked up at her.
“You’re not a sorcerer or a warlock, so what are you?” he asked.
“Despite my power, they call me a mere witch.” She shrugged. “What they call me matters not. All that matters is my power. Something for you to keep in mind.”
“Are you part of this army of Satan then?”
“I am Daemoni, yes.”
“How do I become Daemoni?”
She studied his face for a long moment. “You want to fight for Satan?”
“Demon blood runs through my veins. And so does that of a warrior. Why wouldn’t I?”
She made a sniffing sound, similar to the one the vampyre had made earlier, as though dismissing him. “We shall see if you have the heart for it. The Ancients will know and they want to meet you.”
“They want to meet me? They know of me?” He paused. “But of course they do. My father was one of them, after all. And so am I. Partially, at least.”
“They’ve been waiting for you for centuries, before you were even born. Ever since the prophecy about your mother.”
“What prophecy?”
“It’s not my place to say. The Ancients will tell you, if they so desire. If you want to still meet them.”
“Of course I do.”
Eris looked at him thoughtfully. “You seem so eager for this. But what about your sister? What about human life? Do you treasure anything besides yourself?”
“I care for my sister, but she is ignorant. One reason I seek the demons is to prove to her that we belong with them. We are not human. We are better .”
Eris smiled again and nodded. “Perfect.”
***
When Jordan awoke the next morning, he at first believed he had dreamt the night before, until he realized he lay on one of Eris’s pillows. Then he thought he must have drunk too much wine, because the conversation felt so unreal in the morning’s light. He had no doubts, however, about the demons. He probably shouldn’t have trusted Eris so wholeheartedly, but he felt she was the only way to find these Ancients … to find the answers he sought.
“You do not hide in the darkness of night,” he said pointedly as she prepared her house for their departure. “Not like those … others.”
He still wasn’t sure about the reality of that part of the conversation—men who drank blood .
“The vampyres?” she asked, confirming that they had, indeed, talked about them. “They prefer the night, when people are more frightened. They feed off their fear nearly as much as they feed off their blood. The sun also tends to weaken them. But not me. Not any mage.”
“Mage?”
“Those of us with magick powers. The vampyres have a different kind of magick, given to them by the Ancients when they created the first one. They can boost their power by feeding off a mage, but that would be very stupid of them.”
“It sounds quite wise of them to me, if it increases their power.”
Eris growled. “Vampyres kill their food more often than not and the Ancients don’t want the mages’ numbers to dwindle. We are precious, too. Come. We must leave. We have a long trip ahead of us.”
Jordan’s
Jordan licked his lips and forced himself to pull his eyes away from her luscious curves. He looked up at her face unabashedly. Anyone else would have feared her and what she’d just told him about magick and demons, but, of course, he was not like most people. Knowing she had demon blood, just like him, made her even more desirable to him. He could tell she wanted him, too. He reached toward her face. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand back at him.
“I said, not now. Whether you believe it or not, I am not that kind of woman.”
Jordan doubted that. He also doubted she could so easily deny her desire for him. Something else had kept her from undressing them both the minute they entered the house. Because she was that kind of woman. He took another swig of wine, emptying his cup. She flicked her finger and it was suddenly full again. He looked up at her.
“You’re not a sorcerer or a warlock, so what are you?” he asked.
“Despite my power, they call me a mere witch.” She shrugged. “What they call me matters not. All that matters is my power. Something for you to keep in mind.”
“Are you part of this army of Satan then?”
“I am Daemoni, yes.”
“How do I become Daemoni?”
She studied his face for a long moment. “You want to fight for Satan?”
“Demon blood runs through my veins. And so does that of a warrior. Why wouldn’t I?”
She made a sniffing sound, similar to the one the vampyre had made earlier, as though dismissing him. “We shall see if you have the heart for it. The Ancients will know and they want to meet you.”
“They want to meet me? They know of me?” He paused. “But of course they do. My father was one of them, after all. And so am I. Partially, at least.”
“They’ve been waiting for you for centuries, before you were even born. Ever since the prophecy about your mother.”
“What prophecy?”
“It’s not my place to say. The Ancients will tell you, if they so desire. If you want to still meet them.”
“Of course I do.”
Eris looked at him thoughtfully. “You seem so eager for this. But what about your sister? What about human life? Do you treasure anything besides yourself?”
“I care for my sister, but she is ignorant. One reason I seek the demons is to prove to her that we belong with them. We are not human. We are better .”
Eris smiled again and nodded. “Perfect.”
***
When Jordan awoke the next morning, he at first believed he had dreamt the night before, until he realized he lay on one of Eris’s pillows. Then he thought he must have drunk too much wine, because the conversation felt so unreal in the morning’s light. He had no doubts, however, about the demons. He probably shouldn’t have trusted Eris so wholeheartedly, but he felt she was the only way to find these Ancients … to find the answers he sought.
“You do not hide in the darkness of night,” he said pointedly as she prepared her house for their departure. “Not like those … others.”
He still wasn’t sure about the reality of that part of the conversation—men who drank blood .
“The vampyres?” she asked, confirming that they had, indeed, talked about them. “They prefer the night, when people are more frightened. They feed off their fear nearly as much as they feed off their blood. The sun also tends to weaken them. But not me. Not any mage.”
“Mage?”
“Those of us with magick powers. The vampyres have a different kind of magick, given to them by the Ancients when they created the first one. They can boost their power by feeding off a mage, but that would be very stupid of them.”
“It sounds quite wise of them to me, if it increases their power.”
Eris growled. “Vampyres kill their food more often than not and the Ancients don’t want the mages’ numbers to dwindle. We are precious, too. Come. We must leave. We have a long trip ahead of us.”
Jordan’s
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