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little fire he’d built
earlier. “After you’ve seen some of what I have, it doesn’t really bother me
that much.”
    He stared into the fire, rolling
his stick slowly so the flames licked each side of the meat. “What do you do if
you’re not a practicing witch?”
    Her gaze jerked to his. He wanted
to know something about her? “I’m a medical examiner trainee for the
supernatural department of the police department. The whole division just
started a few years ago. I’m still new, in training, but with a little more
work I’ll have my certification to work without supervision.” He looked over at
her, his brow furrowed and she realized he really was curious. So she went on.
“That means when someone is found dead, I’m sent in to inspect the body and try
to decide how they died whether it was natural, an accident, or a murder.” She
left the part out about how she examines bodies in the lab, cutting them open
in some cases. To do that work alone, she still had another certification
program to go through. In the meantime, she still worked under the steadfast
eye of her supervisor Stan.
    “I couldn’t imagine you working
with the dead in such a way. You look so fresh and young.”
    Ignoring the flutter in her belly
at his words, she pulled the now cooked meat out of the fire and started
blowing on it to cool it faster. It smelled delicious even without any
seasoning. She nibbled a piece and moaned. The meaty flavor tasted like steak.
She wolfed down the rest of the meat, careful of any splinters that might have
gotten stuck in it.
    Belly full, she sighed and laid down
on the grassy ground. No sooner than her tired eyes closed, Alrik stepped up
beside her. “Time to work.”
    She groaned. “Let me sleep for a
little while.”
    “Work now . This isn’t up
for argument.”
    Grumbling, she opened her eyes to
glare at him. Fine. She slowly stood. “Fine, then tell me what you’re
the king of.”
    He stiffened, apprehension
filling his features. “Why do you care to know?” he asked, suspicion clouding
his voice.
    “Because I’m bored and you want
me to kill someone I don’t even know. The least I deserve to know is a little
about my kidnapper, right?” And maybe a bit more about this curse and the
queen.
    He shook his head and walked back
to their designated spell casting area some twenty feet from the stupid branch
that refused to fall over.
    “You don’t need to know anything
about me. Just do what I say, human.”
    “My name is Abbigail. If that’s
too hard then call me Abby.”
    Again, his eyes met hers and she
felt his look in a warm flutter down to her belly. The demon had a penetrating
stare that never ceased to unnerve her with its intensity.
    “I was the king of the shahoulin ,”
he said at length.
    She focused on the branch and put
the conversation on the back burner of her mind. She tried to conjure her magic
and focus on knocking the branch back as he’d shown her he could do so easily.
    “That means you’re a shahoulin demon then, right?”
    “Yes.” Again, he seemed hesitant
to reveal anything about himself. For some reason, that only made her want to
learn more about him.
    She was adjusting to the crazy
demon because when he stepped up behind her she didn’t stiffen. Her body warmed
as it did when she used magic, and she thrust her magic out at the tree branch
willing it to move. Nothing happened. She took a deep breath and tried again.
She couldn’t let frustration get the better of her. She never worked well that
way.
    “Why aren’t you king anymore?”
    He stood just off to the side
behind her so she saw his jaw flex in anger. “Stop asking so many questions,
witch.”
    She wanted to growl. “Stop
calling me witch,” she said slowly. The whole ‘witch’ thing got old—fast.
    He crossed his arms across his
big chest. “You do not order me, witch.”
    Anger flared inside her and she
focused it on that branch. The branch shuddered then toppled over to the
ground. She