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sweaty clothes, cranked the faucet, and stepped under the round silver sprayer. It was one of those fancy showerheads that simulated a gentle rainfall.
Images from her morning raced through her mind as she lathered her hair with a citrus-scented shampoo. So demons aren’t immune to the finer things in life. This house had some nice features. And the nicest one was an immense dark-haired demon who had just bested her on the mats.
Gunnar climbed the steps from the lower level of the house, trying his best not to think of Nicole’s naked, svelte body in the shower. He tried not to imagine frothy suds and water droplets running down the bare skin of her long neck, between her pert breasts, and down her endless legs. He thoroughly enjoyed sparring with her. For someone raised human, she was a good opponent. No doubt her supernatural lineage boosted her fighting skills. Maybe he was a bastard, but he could feel his body fighting for every chance to press against hers, to hold her tightly, and to feel her lean curves next to him.
He entered the great room to find Rhys asleep on the couch and Kai searching the internet. “Cute female.” Kai turned to face him. “Where’d you find her?”
Gunnar fought the urge to tell his friend to shut up. Nicole didn’t belong to him. Hell, he barely knew her. “Englewood.” He named the neighborhood where he had first seen her.
“No way she lives there.”
“No, she doesn’t live there. Would you believe she picks fights there?”
“Uh, no,” Kai said. “No, I wouldn’t.” He leaned back in his chair. “This should be good.”
Gunnar summed up the previous evening for his fellow warrior. “So she thinks you just happened to meet her at that club?” Kai asked. “Smooth, man. Hope that works for you. Because while you were chasing her tail, we found some maggots over on the west side.”
Probably in one of the crime-ridden areas that Gunnar was supposed to be searching when Nicole walked out of her condo looking like a supermodel. His group constantly watched and investigated any suspicious supernatural activity. They were a loosely organized group called Watchers, with houses in several large American cities. They answered to Arawn, the powerful leader of the Lash demons. Like a general, he moved them around the country as needed.
Gunnar knew he should have been with his comrades last night. He blew out a breath. “How many?”
“Four. We took out three, but one got away. Weird thing was, it was like they were trying to keep us occupied so the other one could escape. And even weirder was what they did before we jumped them.”
Rhys stirred and sat up. “Dude, talk about bat-shit crazy. Skells are not that smart.” Despite his laid-back surfer demeanor, Rhys was sharp as a tack and the most technologically savvy of the group.
Gunnar glanced between the two of them and waited.
“The Skells were as sloppy as ever,” Kai continued. “Cut up some crackheads so they bled a lot, but the wounds weren’t deep. Then they held up these, I don’t know, container things–right under the cuts, and collected some of the blood. But not a lot of it, because that’s when we joined their little party. When they realized they were being attacked, they all shoved the containers at the one Skell. He put them in a bag and took off while the rest stayed and fought.”
“They just took a little blood instead of draining the victims?” Gunnar asked. “What could they do with a few drops of blood?”
“That’s the big question.” Kai shook his head. “That, and whatever species your female is.”
Gunnar was about to tell them that Nicole wasn’t his female, but decided to let them think it for the time being. Whatever she was to him, he wanted to figure it out with her on their own, preferably very soon and preferably very naked. And there was the other matter of determining her species. Rilan should be finishing up soon.
As if on cue, Nicole walked out of the kitchen
Images from her morning raced through her mind as she lathered her hair with a citrus-scented shampoo. So demons aren’t immune to the finer things in life. This house had some nice features. And the nicest one was an immense dark-haired demon who had just bested her on the mats.
Gunnar climbed the steps from the lower level of the house, trying his best not to think of Nicole’s naked, svelte body in the shower. He tried not to imagine frothy suds and water droplets running down the bare skin of her long neck, between her pert breasts, and down her endless legs. He thoroughly enjoyed sparring with her. For someone raised human, she was a good opponent. No doubt her supernatural lineage boosted her fighting skills. Maybe he was a bastard, but he could feel his body fighting for every chance to press against hers, to hold her tightly, and to feel her lean curves next to him.
He entered the great room to find Rhys asleep on the couch and Kai searching the internet. “Cute female.” Kai turned to face him. “Where’d you find her?”
Gunnar fought the urge to tell his friend to shut up. Nicole didn’t belong to him. Hell, he barely knew her. “Englewood.” He named the neighborhood where he had first seen her.
“No way she lives there.”
“No, she doesn’t live there. Would you believe she picks fights there?”
“Uh, no,” Kai said. “No, I wouldn’t.” He leaned back in his chair. “This should be good.”
Gunnar summed up the previous evening for his fellow warrior. “So she thinks you just happened to meet her at that club?” Kai asked. “Smooth, man. Hope that works for you. Because while you were chasing her tail, we found some maggots over on the west side.”
Probably in one of the crime-ridden areas that Gunnar was supposed to be searching when Nicole walked out of her condo looking like a supermodel. His group constantly watched and investigated any suspicious supernatural activity. They were a loosely organized group called Watchers, with houses in several large American cities. They answered to Arawn, the powerful leader of the Lash demons. Like a general, he moved them around the country as needed.
Gunnar knew he should have been with his comrades last night. He blew out a breath. “How many?”
“Four. We took out three, but one got away. Weird thing was, it was like they were trying to keep us occupied so the other one could escape. And even weirder was what they did before we jumped them.”
Rhys stirred and sat up. “Dude, talk about bat-shit crazy. Skells are not that smart.” Despite his laid-back surfer demeanor, Rhys was sharp as a tack and the most technologically savvy of the group.
Gunnar glanced between the two of them and waited.
“The Skells were as sloppy as ever,” Kai continued. “Cut up some crackheads so they bled a lot, but the wounds weren’t deep. Then they held up these, I don’t know, container things–right under the cuts, and collected some of the blood. But not a lot of it, because that’s when we joined their little party. When they realized they were being attacked, they all shoved the containers at the one Skell. He put them in a bag and took off while the rest stayed and fought.”
“They just took a little blood instead of draining the victims?” Gunnar asked. “What could they do with a few drops of blood?”
“That’s the big question.” Kai shook his head. “That, and whatever species your female is.”
Gunnar was about to tell them that Nicole wasn’t his female, but decided to let them think it for the time being. Whatever she was to him, he wanted to figure it out with her on their own, preferably very soon and preferably very naked. And there was the other matter of determining her species. Rilan should be finishing up soon.
As if on cue, Nicole walked out of the kitchen
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