Never Tempt a Demon by J.D. Brown

Author:J.D. Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, dark fantasy, paranormal thriller, urban fantasy series, demons
Publisher: NightMare Publishing
Published: 2019-02-25T00:00:00+00:00

15

The Gate

Angie snored loudly with one arm thrown over her eyes and one wing thrown over Lyn. The brass and copper-colored feathers were soft and cozy, and Lyn adored them, but the muscle beneath weighed a ton. Beads of sweat dampened her spine.

Lyn’s gaze went to the adstrumite sword. It lay length-wise near her gym bag on the blankets, as if marking the space where a headboard ought to be. Lyn shivered. Something about that sword gave her the heebie-jeebies.

Probably because it spoke to me.

The first time she’d touched the sword a rush of energy overcame her, and Lyn swore the blade whispered to her.

Mal’akh.

Though Lyn had no idea what “Mal’akh” meant.

There was also a feeling of taboo about touching a dead angel’s sword. Like, who was she to wield a divine weapon? Not to mention the flash-backs of Angie’s human corps turned to ash by the adstrumite.

Lyn rolled over under the impossible weight of her B.F.F.’s wing and closed her eyes. Sam and Ayah hadn’t joined them, and Lyn found herself wondering where he had gone while flicking a stray feather from her forearm.

That’s it, I give up.

She gently crawled out from under Angie’s feathers and continued past the loose flap in the material of the tent. Daybreak had lightened the inside of the factory, and Ayah sat beside a small fire. She hand-fed kindling to the flames and smiled at Lyn as she pushed to her feet.

“Pleasant morning, Daughter of Eve.”

“You can call me Lyn.” She returned the smile, secretly hoping the demoness liked her. Lyn was dying to ask about her severed hand which was now the same size and color as the other.

Ayah nodded. “I may have overestimated how long you’d slumber. The morning meal won’t be ready for another hour or so.”

“Actually, I couldn’t sleep.” Lyn scratched her head and then raked her fingers through her hair in lieu of a brush.

Ayah frowned. “Apologies. Are the accommodations not sufficient?”

“Oh, the accommodations are fine.” Lyn waved her hands. “It’s my bunkmate that’s the problem. Plus, I had a few hours of sleep before we got here.”

Ayah squelched her checks. “Are you thirsty? Would you like a cup of water?”

Lyn chuckled. She had a feeling the demon was out of her element playing hostess. “I’m fine, really.”

Ayah looked like she wanted to continue offering creature comforts but was at a loss for resources. Her narrow shoulders slumped, and she went back to feeding the fire.

Lyn let her gaze roam the vicinity. The camp stretched out before them, the pond behind. She turned to survey the natural wonder. In the daylight, the ferns were the deepest shade of emerald green she had ever seen, and she wondered if there was some mineral in the foundation that contributed to the coloring, or if nature alone was truly that resilient.

She spotted Sam near the water. A large PVC pipe had fallen across the moss like a log and Sam lay stretched out on the pipe, knees pointed to the ceiling, one arm tucked under his head.

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