Chronicles of Nick 06 - Instinct by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon [Kenyon, Sherrilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

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he instant Nick appeared in his living room, he was violently lifted off his feet and slammed so hard onto the wood floor that it knocked the breath out of him. Flat on his back, he moaned out loud while his ears rang violently. Ah, dang, it hurt! All he could do was choke and wheeze. It felt like he’d been mowed down by an eighteen-wheeler traveling faster than the speed of sound.

Or tackled by Bubba for prematurely interrupting an episode of Oprah.

Someone, grab me an inhaler and shove it in my mouth. Yeah, okay, he wasn’t asthmatic, but he was willing to learn and at this point, he definitely felt that bronchial burn.

“Oh no! Akri-Nicky! You okay? The Simi didn’t know it was her favorite blue-eyed demon boy when she hit him so hard so as to protect his precious akra-mama. Oh no!” Simi leaned over him with her red-and-black pigtails framing her adorable face as she slapped at his cheeks to revive him. “You still living and breathing and not broken? ’Cause if you not, can the Simi eat your dead, meaty remains? Please, please, please? Maybe some of them bones, too, ’cause the marrow can be quite tasty in its own right.”

Now, to a normal person, that might seem like an odd request. But to those a little behind on the schematics, there really wasn’t anything normal about Nick’s life or those in it. Being a Charonte demon, Simi had a fondness for human meat, but luckily for humanity, she wasn’t allowed to chow down on it without express permission of either the donor or her father. Which her main akri tended not to give her.

Thank goodness for that.

Nick stared up into her bright, friendly eyes. For all her bloodthirsty cravings, she was quite adorable, and loyal to a scary fault. Like a fluffy killer attack bunny.

Dressed in a short black-and-white skull tank dress, she wore a rose-lace hoodie over it. Her red-and-black-striped leggings matched her hair and she had on a pair of black and red floral Doc Martens.

“Sadly for you, I think I’m going to live, Simi,” he choked out with a wheeze. “You can stop slapping me now. I’ve already lost enough sense. Can’t afford to lose any more brain cells. I really really need my last three before I forget how to spell my name. It’s hard enough to pronounce.”

“Well, poo.” She sat back with an adorable pout. “Not poo that you’ll live, ’cause the Simi would probably miss you if you died, but poo that I’ll miss all that good old salty boy meat.” She poked at his ribs. “Though we needs be fattening you up some to make you really good eats. Hmmm.” She licked her lips as if imagining what he’d taste like basted in barbecue sauce – Simi’s prime condiment of choice.

Yeah. Okay. Not wanting to think about that, Nick pushed himself up to face Xev with a grimace. “Y’all could have warned me about the attack Simi you had on door duty.

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