Blood Demon (Demon Assassin Series Book 1) by A.C. Wilds

Author:A.C. Wilds [Wilds, A.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-27T05:00:00+00:00

Torque

Helda wasn’t who I expected to see. I thought she’d been lost forever in the war. She’d been one of my closest confidants. I’d mourned her. And here I find her working in a shop in the middle of Gresa, like the war never happened, like she hadn’t abandoned us.

“How are you alive?” The question lingers in the air, concern and accusation at the same time.

“It doesn’t matter now. It’s all over. Let me get you food for your journey.”

She disappears into the back room, not even glancing back. I let out a sigh of frustration. I don’t want to kill her, but how can I trust her to keep our secret?

Five minutes later, she returns with three bags of food, two canteens of water, and a thermos of coffee in her other hand. She hands me the bundle and a backpack to place it all in.

“Now leave. I don’t want to be seen with you or the Shadow Slayer. How the hell did you even find her?”

“None of your business. Just forget you saw us. Don’t make me come back here, Helda. I won’t hesitate to end you. From the looks of it, you’ve made a good life here. Messing it up would be a shame.”

“You left. Remember that, My King.”

I snatch the bag from her hands, then stalk out the door. I’ll have to put as much distance between Helda and us as possible. I sense she’ll do anything to get ahead now.

Anima is leaning on Namir when I exit onto the street once more. She has a blade in her hand, swinging it around like a toy.

“You straighten her out?” She pushes off Namir and joins me, grabbing the thermos out of my hands.

“She’s going to tell the next person who walks into that cafe that I’m back. We used to be close, and it saddens me that Helda seems to be all about herself now.”

Sipping the coffee, she scans the crowd, watching the demons zip in and out as they go about their business.

“You should have let me kill her.”

“It’s not who you are. You may be an assassin, but you aren’t a murderer.”

She considers me for a moment before speaking.

“Let’s find the guide then. We don’t have any time to waste. I assume we’ll require transportation, but I don’t see any cars?”

Her question makes me smile. “Have you ever ridden a nuckelavee?”

“I have a huge feeling this isn’t going to be something I’ll be happy about.”

I hand her one of the hot sandwiches from the sack before pulling one out for myself. After I slide the pack on my back, we continue into the crowd.

“It will be the most fun you’ve had in a long time. Trust me.” The sandwich tastes like heaven after the dinner we had last night.

“That’s the thing, Princep. I don’t trust you.” Her eyes hold no teasing, only truth. I honor her for being honest with me. After years of knowing only one thing, being used for one purpose, it would be hard for anyone to come to terms with trusting their enemy.

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