Demon Marked: Book 1 of the Venandi Chronicles ( An Urban Paranormal Romance Series) by Sara Snow

Author:Sara Snow [Snow, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

16

Carter

As soon as I led Georgia into the Abyss, I could have kicked myself for bringing her there. Barely twenty-one, she didn’t belong in a place like this. The fact that she had grown up around violence and depravity only made me feel worse. Here I was dragging her into a bar that must remind her of some of those so-called foster parents who had left her home alone while they drank themselves into oblivion.

Georgia’s cute nose wrinkled when she caught the smell of piss in the doorway, but she straightened her spine and entered with the grace of a princess stepping into a ballroom. Maybe it was best that she saw the reality of the world I moved in. After tonight, she’d have no illusions about what it meant to be a demon slayer.

I hated to leave her alone at the bar. It would only take seconds for the sharks to start circling her like a baby seal. But I knew that the only way to catch the predatory succubus was to act like solitary game.

Staring into my glass of club soda, I tried to look as pathetic as possible. It wasn’t too much of a challenge, not with my guilt over leaving Georgia weighing me down. I couldn’t even see her behind the wall of drunks that stood between her barstool and mine.

“Don’t tell me you’re here alone for once.” A smoky purr filled my ear.

I turned to find a stunning, if slightly road-worn, redhead standing beside me. She had one hand planted on her hip, her head tipped sideways to let her hair fall in a coppery cascade over her shoulder.

“Hello, Twyla. Long time no see.”

“Long time no suck, you mean.”

Twyla caressed the side of my neck with her fingernails. Against my will, a current of desire ran through me. The vamp exuded sex. Her plump lips glistened, and her full breasts strained against the V-shaped neckline of her dress. In the dim light of the bar, you couldn’t see the wrinkles that circled her mouth. As much time as she spent drinking blood, she couldn’t help having those lines.

In spite of her wrinkles and the papery bags under her eyes, Twyla looked pretty damn good for her age. She had never told me when she was born, but I guessed her to be at least five-hundred years old. Her face might be weathered, but her body was as firm and resilient as any thirty-year-old’s.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to buy me a drink?”

Twyla had never been very subtle. “Sure. What’ll you have?”

“Grey Goose martini. Straight up, very dry with a twist.”

Of course, she chose a top-shelf vodka since I was buying.

When her drink arrived, she eyed me over the rim of her martini glass.

“What have you been up to, Carter? Still hunting demons?”

“Well, I’m trying.”

“Good. I’ve heard there are a lot more of them out there. They’re building their forces, and they’re getting greedy with the humans. I’m having to compete with them for prey these days.

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