Demon's Daughter by Amy Braun

Author:Amy Braun
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-10-11T16:00:00+00:00

Three hours later, I was getting inked again. This time the tattoo was on my chest, just over my heart. I didn’t have to worry about exposing half of my breast to a psychic, a demon slayer, and two angels, because they didn’t seem to care. The needle stabbed and buzzed into my skin, and I set my jaw so I wouldn’t show how much it hurt.

Max had drawn out the anti-possession sigil and shown it to the tattoo artist after we made sure he wasn’t going to call in my arrest. I didn’t think I needed to worry, because every single person in the parlor had gang or prison tattoos on his or her arms and necks, but twenty-five thousand dollars was a lot of money.

The tattoo being drawn on me was a line with two loops on the left above a horizontal cross. The line extended right and shaped into an ‘X’ and a ‘V’ near its end. Max said it was the sigil of Michael, meant to protect us from evil. Only Max, Warrick, and I were getting the tattoo. Angels couldn’t get possessed in their vessels, and neither could Dro as a hypothetical Nephilim. Warrick was impressed with Max’s knowledge. He hadn’t known there was a way to avoid possession until Max explained it. Max had been on Cloud Nine ever since.

The bulky artist finished my tattoo and set down the ink gun.

“Keep it covered and watch for signs of infection,” he mumbled.

Thanks for the detailed instructions, pal. I nodded and got out of the chair. I walked over to the mirror and took a look at my latest ink. Dro slid up behind me to get a peek, tilting her head to see the black lines on my slightly inflamed skin.

“It’s not a bad design,” she said.

“Yeah, well I didn’t get it to look pretty,” I grumbled, lifting my shirt back onto its place and taping a cloth bandage over it to protect the raw mark.

Dro looked over my shoulder. “Whoa, speaking of pretty…”

I turned, wondering what Max was doing that she found so damn lovely. Except she was looking at Warrick, who had just sat down in the tattoo artist’s chair, taken off his leather jacket, and lifted off his shirt.

I admit it– I stared. He was well muscled everywhere, the same rigid muscles I’d seen on UFC fighters. His arms were big and looked strong, his stomach toned and washboard flat. My eyes drifted all the way across his body, taking in the V-shape of his hipbones as well as the thin white scars that could only have come from demon claws.

My trance was broken when Dro nudged my ribs. She waggled her eyebrows at me and grinned.

“Rawr,” she teased, making a claw with her hands.

I stifled a laugh and put my hand on the top of her head, turning it away from me. I made sure not to stare at Warrick again as his chest was tattooed. No man should be that hypnotic.

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