The Human Herders (Daemons of London - Book 2) by Michaela Haze

Author:Michaela Haze [Haze, Michaela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dirty Jeans Publishing
Published: 2017-02-28T06:00:00+00:00

Beatrix Klein, my roommate, had been most peeved when I returned her PVC dress covered in blood. She had made me stand in the bathroom, with the dress hung on the shower rail, as I hosed the blood from the plastic using the shower head. The water ran red but Trix didn’t ask any questions. She turned around, pissed, and started setting up the living room for her next tattoo appointment. Vincent had given me a card with an address and I was due to meet him that afternoon.

I watched as Trix pulled her peach coloured hair into a topknot. I noticed how a few baby hairs escaped, but she didn’t seem to care. She busied herself as I sipped my coffee.

“Are you pissed off at me?” I asked.

She snapped her lilac latex gloves onto one hand and grunted. “What makes you think that?”

“You’re more…ragey than usual.”

“Well, you would be ‘ragey’ too if your best friend whom you have sworn to protect decides to go flouncing off with some damn daemon in the middle of a nightclub.” Trix put her hand inside the other glove and paused long enough to shoot me a withering expression.

I shrugged. “It was kind of a last-minute thing.”

“You agreed to herd humans like a damn Biter?” She muttered. “I can protect you.”

I flinched from her reaction. “It’s just a week.”

“How many people?” Trix asked rhetorically.

I swallowed bile and closed my eyes. “Ten.”

“Since when have you become Ms Morally Grey. That’s always been my thing.” She said, her lip curled into a semblance of a smile.

“Trix, I have no idea what happened. One second I was talking and then when he got too close, I leapt on him. I don’t know what I am doing, I am flying by the seat of my pants here.”

“He’s an incubus, Taylor. Of course, you leapt on him. He’s chock full of the ole sex magicks.”

I sighed and leant back as I stretched my legs. “Have you ever…?” I wondered.

“In exchange for some daemon blood, on occasion.” She shrugged. We sat in silence for a few minutes as Trix prepped new needles for a client that would be due any minute. I had checked and it wasn’t anyone that I knew, and for that I was grateful.

“You said that Vincent called Henry another name.” Trix stated. “What was it?”

“Haage, I think.”

Trix jarred out of a trance, as if she had remembered something important and dropped a sterilised tattoo needle packet to the floor. She jumped up from her stool and ran over to the bookcase and pulled out a thick bound book with a determined gleam in her eyes. I watched with my arms crossed over my chest, defensive.

“I thought it was strange that Henry was interested in this. I just remembered.” Trix handed me the book. My hand ran over the black lettering, it looked as if it had been burnt into the cover. I heard whispers inside of my head, deep throaty voices that I didn’t recognise. They seemed to come directly from the book itself.

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