Read Online My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) by Nikita Jakz, Alicia Dawn - Free Book Online

another lap around her small, feminine bedroom, wringing her hands anxiously. And then she remembered something; a contact she’d been given by one of the males she’d interrogated. She dashed to her chaise and dug into her coat’s front pocket, pulling out a business card along with her cellular phone. Before she could change her mind, she dialed the stranger’s number.
     
    Cole smirked when his iPhone sounded, knowing it was the call he'd been waiting for. “Hello, Janelle. You’re just the person I needed to talk to.”  He glanced down at the head in the garbage bag and wrinkled his nose. Unfortunately he required it to secure the girl, as she was his ticket to finding Sera.
    The fair-haired female frowned. He needed to talk to her? Whatever for? She quickly waved the question away. It was no matter. She had more important things to worry about. Pivoting around, she resumed in her nervous pacing. “I see. Well, as pleasant a coincidence as this is, I am afraid I must get straight to the point of my call. I seem to have lost my mate and I was told you might be able to assist me in finding him.”
    “Let’s just say I have information you might find helpful,’” Cole smirked. “Meet me at the zoo’s baboon hut in ten minutes.” Hanging up, he slid the phone back into his pocket and eyed the Hefty bag. With a snap of his fingers, he flashed it away, a second before he too disappeared.
    Janelle blinked, looking down at her phone.  She suddenly had a very bad feeling. But there was no time to analyze her sixth sense. Grabbing her shoes, she headed for her balcony, cloaking herself before unleashing her enormous wings. With one graceful leap and three powerful flaps, she was headed toward New York City Zoo. 
     
    Cole materialized a moment later by a park bench in front of the monkey house. He grinned as he sat, remembering the last time he'd been here. He’d had a run-in with Janelle's brothers, and had ultimately sicked the orangutans on them. How the irony of this messed up world amused him.
    Above him, Janelle was already descending, her sights locked inte ntly on the infamous henchman. Feet touching down, she quickly retracted her wings and revealed her form to his eyes. “Hello.”
    Cole smirked. “Well, if it isn't the feathery lady who’s shacked up with a vemon.” He patted the seat next to him. “Sit and rest those pretty wings of yours.” When she settled down at the far end of the bench, he grinned , pulling out a cigar like he hadn’t a care in the world. “So how goes it in the Land of Denial?” 
    The angel stared at him indignantly, crossing her arms in distaste. “You speak as though I do not embrace my mate’s true nature.” Her chin lifted. “Nothing could be farther from the truth. Rave is the most amazing vemon I have ever met,” she looked down her nose at Cole, “and undoubtedly twice the male you’ll ever be.” 
    Cole laughed. “I’m presently liking me just the way I am, Fluffy. All in one piece.” He lifted his brow, puffing on his cigar. “Seems your Rave ran into some trouble recently. Bad little vemon, he is.” Another smirk curved his lips, his fingers leisurely rolling his cigar. “But as it were, I do know where to find him.”
    Janelle pursed her lips petulantly. “Well by all means, do tell. Where is he?” When he merely grinned, stalling with his answer, her patience evaporated. With a righteous growl, her entire form exploded with a searing, angelic light. “Do not toy with me, demon!”
    Cole grunted, shielding his eyes. “All right, glow worm, I'll tell you. Just t urn off your damn headlights.” Her blinding illumination instantly ceased.  Cole snapped his fingers, the black bag appearing next to him on the bench. “There. That right there will tell you all you need to know.”
    The disturbing stench of death seemed to paralyze her. She covered her nose, her throat swallowing insistently. On a choked hiss, she eyed Cole warily. “What on