Demon's Joy by Ann Denton & Katie May

Author:Ann Denton & Katie May [Denton, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Le Rue Publishing
Published: 2020-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

11

Gus, aka Dasher

I fiddle with my lip ring while Joy decides whether or not she’s going to trust us. If she doesn’t, I swear I’m gonna punch Cal so hard, he blacks out. I crack my knuckles in anticipation, feeling the heat of anger travel up my spine.

Until Joy smiles.

Fuck. All that heat transforms into something else. Instead of zigzagging through me like lightning, it blooms like a fucking rose on my dick. I mean, my dick gets hot and hard as fuck. Not sure where that flowery bullshit came from.

Goddammit. Being a stupid deer has bashed in my masculinity-meter a bit. Maybe I need to punch something to get it back. Bryn is nearly asleep again. He’d make a good target.

Joy clears her throat, and once again, my power abandons me, just sluices away like an iceberg breaking off from a glacier.

What the hell did Santa’s spell do to me? Fuck. Maybe it’s all those years of listening to him read poetry aloud in the barn. I thought it was to torture us at the time…and now it seems like I’ve internalized that crap.

I don’t have more than a second to blast red-hot angry thoughts in Santa’s direction before Joy speaks with the voice of an angel.

That one’s not poetry. She’s literally a half-angel. Shut up.

“If you’re here for me, prove it,” she states, trying to keep the waver out of her voice, but I can tell the bravado camouflages her fear. After centuries with Cal, one can tell a lie from a truth with a bit more accuracy than before.

“Happy to prove it, pretty girl,” I tell her. “Want me to break their bones until they quake with regret? Want me hook my claws in their eyeballs and pop them out—”

Joy gags, so I stop.

“Too much?” I ask. My wrath knows no bounds.

“Too much,” she nods. “How about we just kick them out?” She bites her lip, uncertain. Of course, Santa’s daughter would be worried that even kicking out demons was too much. Surrounded by all this goody two shoes bullcrap twenty-four-seven, it’s a miracle that my little Center is as much of a rebel as she is.

“Yeah, we can totally do that,” Cal lies. “We’ll just kick them out. Nothing else.” Sometimes, Cal’s lies are pretty damn convenient. He slides his arm around our soulmate and says, “I’m sure we can call them over and have a nice discussion about it, work it all out…”

Joy shrugs out from beneath his arm, her lush green eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Talk it out?”

“Yeah, you know, wave the white flag, have a temporary ceasefire. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of all the details, cookie,” he says, tossing out the nickname nonchalantly.

“Cal, you’re lying.” Joy crosses her arms, frustration marring that beautiful face of hers.

Yeah, he’s lying. Demons don’t adhere to ceasefire bullshit. They’re like bombs, set to commence destruction within a certain time frame no matter where they land.

I look to Nico for help, since there’s no way I’ll be able to join this conversation without at least giving Cal a black eye for lying to our girl.

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