A Demon's Desire by Lizzy Ford

Author:Lizzy Ford [Ford, Lizzy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Demons, Witches, Revenge, Family, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal romance, black magic
Publisher: Lizzy Ford
Published: 2011-12-22T22:59:16+00:00

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Emma began to wonder if being afraid of the dark still made sense. After all, she only saw creepy freaks following her during daylight. In the dairy aisle.

She’d overstayed her welcome, she suspected, but lingered over the cartons of soy milk, torn between doing something somewhat nice for the demon in her house and bypassing it.

The feel of eyes watching made her tense enough to snap. She glanced over her shoulder, where Cat-eyes, with no apparent intentions of shopping, leaned against a bread stand and stared at her.

Tristan said they won’t hurt me, she thought again.

She pulled a carton from the shelf and placed it in her basket.

Tristan’s effort to be normal the night before touched her. He would never look anything but like a demon to her, but he was more human, taking her out to relax, answering her questions.

Kissing the daylights out of her. Emma touched her lips, face warm. No man had ever kissed her like that. No kiss had ever suffused her with warmth, welcome, and promise beyond that of the hot fire of desire. He made her feel like the only woman on earth.

Which meant he had kissed a lot of women.

She shook herself mentally and continued, unable to dismiss the wonderful sensation of his lips against hers. She rounded a corner and nearly ran into another freak. She pushed this one with her cart. He moved but continued to stare at her, and she decided her trip was done.

Emma checked out under the supervision of several more hawk-eyed freaks and moved smartly to her car, where one leaned against it and another hovered.

Calm, Emma, calm. Tristan said they won’t hurt me. She hurriedly placed everything in the trunk and turned, jumping and pressing herself against the trunk.

Mr. Winter stood in front of her in a light gray suit, smiling a smile as chilling as a stiff breeze. His eyes were silver-gray and empty, his presence like that of a meat locker: dead, still, cold.

Tristan said--

Mr. Winter touched her arm, and Emma jerked.

Tristan said nothing about what to do if they did more than watch. She eased away, determined to run over any that remained in her path. Mr. Winter took her arm in a tight, painful grip.

“Why don’t you try one?” he offered, producing a tin of mints and flipping the lid with one hand.

Emma stared at him. Freaks lingered in a loose circle around them, watching, shifting, waiting, as restless as shadows. Mr. Winter held her in place, and Emma suspected she would not be released until she accepted. She timidly took one and placed it in her mouth, surprised it tasted like a real mint and didn’t burst into flames.

“Thank you,” Mr. Winter said and released her.

She moved away from him, startled to see the loose ring around them break up. The freaks turned their backs and walked away. Mr. Winter smiled again.

Shaken, she threw herself into her seat, locked the doors, and bolted from the parking lot to Amber’s apartment building.

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