kill him, or even worse, finding out her mission and killing Jack themselves!
“Malaks,” he corrected Kala. “And yes, they have the same ability, but I can hide you from them. Rearrange your soul, if you will. I can shift your DNA slightly so you won’t be recognized. Of course, if they see you by sight, there’s nothing I can do, but I’ll assign a couple of my Demons to protect you.” Asmodeus was watching Kala like a cat eyeing a toy.
She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, “rearrange your soul,” but Kala decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. What choice did she have? “Let’s do this, then.” Kala rubbed her hands together, ready to go.
Asmodeus paused. “You haven’t noticed my new appearance.”
“I noticed.” Kala didn’t know why, but she liked messing with Asmodeus. She was fascinated by the fact that he actually cared what she thought of his appearance.
“And?” Asmodeus prodded.
Kala could tell that he was irked, but he was still trying to squeeze a compliment out of her. This was the wrong tactic on a girl like Kala.
“Are we going to get Jack or what?” Kala evaded Asmodeus’s baiting on purpose.
Asmodeus’s eyes grew round with rage, but he managed to stay calm as he said, “I can make you mine if I want.”
“If you did that then I wouldn’t care if Jack died or not. I might actually try and complete my mission,” Kala said as if Asmodeus’s threat was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard. But his threat scared her. She didn’t want to lose the only real feelings she ever had for anyone, and Kala had no doubt that Asmodeus could erase Jack from her brain with a snap of his fingers.
Asmodeus stepped closer to Kala and pulled her in, kissing her. Kala did not kiss back. She had been in this situation before and she decided to find out if Demons had private parts. Kala kneed him in the groin, when Asmodeus keeled over, she punched him in the face with both hands clasped together. Asmodeus flew backward and landed on his rump. His face was etched in pure shock. He stared at Kala like she was a foreign object he’d never seen before.
“That’s the second time you’ve attacked me,” he said as if the idea was unfathomable to him.
“Quit trying to kiss me! I’m not interested.” Kala wanted to be as clear as possible. She thought being around for thousands of years a guy could take a hint. Apparently not.
Asmodeus got back up as gracefully as possible after being leveled by Kala.
“I’m going to help you. But not in the way you want.” Asmodeus’s eyes were alight with malice.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kala froze in place from fear.
“Sleep,” Asmodeus said.
Kala dropped to the floor.
DAY TWO
Chapter Eleven
Kala woke up in her bed with a start. She threw back the sheets, jumping out of bed like a rat had crawled over her feet. It took her a few seconds to calm herself down as she surveyed her surroundings. Kala was definitely at home. This was definitely her bedroom. And through the doorway was definitely the rest of her apartment.
She sat down on the bed with a huge sigh.
It had been a dream.
A horrible, vivid dream.
Kala tried to remember the details of it all, but the dream was slipping away from her, as most dreams do. It had felt so real at the time, but the more she tried to focus on remembering, the less she could remember. In fact, Kala couldn’t seem to recall what she was supposed to do at all. Did she have a job? Did she have friends? She couldn’t remember any of it. Kala thought this should make her panic, but it didn’t. It was somehow comforting not knowing anything. She wondered how she could have been so upset about a stupid dream.
A knock on the door brought her out of her reverie.
Kala wondered who it could be? She was sure she didn’t know a soul.
Throwing on a t-shirt and jeans, Kala walked to the front door and opened it.
A beautiful man stood in front of her, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
“Malaks,” he corrected Kala. “And yes, they have the same ability, but I can hide you from them. Rearrange your soul, if you will. I can shift your DNA slightly so you won’t be recognized. Of course, if they see you by sight, there’s nothing I can do, but I’ll assign a couple of my Demons to protect you.” Asmodeus was watching Kala like a cat eyeing a toy.
She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, “rearrange your soul,” but Kala decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. What choice did she have? “Let’s do this, then.” Kala rubbed her hands together, ready to go.
Asmodeus paused. “You haven’t noticed my new appearance.”
“I noticed.” Kala didn’t know why, but she liked messing with Asmodeus. She was fascinated by the fact that he actually cared what she thought of his appearance.
“And?” Asmodeus prodded.
Kala could tell that he was irked, but he was still trying to squeeze a compliment out of her. This was the wrong tactic on a girl like Kala.
“Are we going to get Jack or what?” Kala evaded Asmodeus’s baiting on purpose.
Asmodeus’s eyes grew round with rage, but he managed to stay calm as he said, “I can make you mine if I want.”
“If you did that then I wouldn’t care if Jack died or not. I might actually try and complete my mission,” Kala said as if Asmodeus’s threat was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard. But his threat scared her. She didn’t want to lose the only real feelings she ever had for anyone, and Kala had no doubt that Asmodeus could erase Jack from her brain with a snap of his fingers.
Asmodeus stepped closer to Kala and pulled her in, kissing her. Kala did not kiss back. She had been in this situation before and she decided to find out if Demons had private parts. Kala kneed him in the groin, when Asmodeus keeled over, she punched him in the face with both hands clasped together. Asmodeus flew backward and landed on his rump. His face was etched in pure shock. He stared at Kala like she was a foreign object he’d never seen before.
“That’s the second time you’ve attacked me,” he said as if the idea was unfathomable to him.
“Quit trying to kiss me! I’m not interested.” Kala wanted to be as clear as possible. She thought being around for thousands of years a guy could take a hint. Apparently not.
Asmodeus got back up as gracefully as possible after being leveled by Kala.
“I’m going to help you. But not in the way you want.” Asmodeus’s eyes were alight with malice.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kala froze in place from fear.
“Sleep,” Asmodeus said.
Kala dropped to the floor.
DAY TWO
Chapter Eleven
Kala woke up in her bed with a start. She threw back the sheets, jumping out of bed like a rat had crawled over her feet. It took her a few seconds to calm herself down as she surveyed her surroundings. Kala was definitely at home. This was definitely her bedroom. And through the doorway was definitely the rest of her apartment.
She sat down on the bed with a huge sigh.
It had been a dream.
A horrible, vivid dream.
Kala tried to remember the details of it all, but the dream was slipping away from her, as most dreams do. It had felt so real at the time, but the more she tried to focus on remembering, the less she could remember. In fact, Kala couldn’t seem to recall what she was supposed to do at all. Did she have a job? Did she have friends? She couldn’t remember any of it. Kala thought this should make her panic, but it didn’t. It was somehow comforting not knowing anything. She wondered how she could have been so upset about a stupid dream.
A knock on the door brought her out of her reverie.
Kala wondered who it could be? She was sure she didn’t know a soul.
Throwing on a t-shirt and jeans, Kala walked to the front door and opened it.
A beautiful man stood in front of her, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
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