demon slayer 07.5 - demon slayer by angie fox Page A

retreated several steps and spoke urgently on his phone, tracking my present no doubt. 
    We were headed out of New Orleans after defeating a necromancer who'd had a hard time letting the dead stay that way. We'd earned a break. And when we saw a neat looking old restaurant, we stopped. Never mind that it didn't open for another hour. Or that chains blocked the driveway. No doubt they did that to keep out trespassers. It was no problem to park the biker witches in the woods next door.
    The restaurant looked like it had been some kind of plantation house before. I loved the white columns out front, the long winding drive, the brick and iron entrance gates, dripping with lush green vines. 
    It was perfect for what I had in mind: a date night with my husband. Alone. 
    Frieda followed my gaze, which had pretty much moved to Dimitri's ass. "You think he got you some sexy lingerie?" she asked.
    Little did she know I was already wearing a hot red number I'd picked up in Baton Rouge.
    Ant Eater barked out a laugh. "He's got to do something to make up for the dinner." She nudged me. "A hoity-toity place like that is going to serve boring steak and chicken. They won't even have squirrel. Do you know how easy it is to hunt squirrel around here? Your grandma's already caught a half a dozen."
    Lovely. We could always count on Grandma to lead the charge.
    Then again, the biker witches had agreed to give us a night to ourselves for our anniversary. They could eat raccoon livers for all I cared.
    "Just don't get too comfortable," I told them, heading off to join Dimitri. Left to their own devices, there was no telling what the witches would do. "No enchanted animals, no beer can sculptures, and try not to hang your undies in view of the restaurant."
    "What part of camping out don't you get?" Ant Eater hollered after me.
    Dimitri ended his call and shoved the phone into his pocket. He kissed me on the head. "No worries. We're going to have an amazing night. And," he wrapped an arm around me, "I just arranged for your gift to be delivered after dinner." I loved how he always tried to make things special, even out here.
    "I don't know what I did to deserve you," I said.
    I nestled against his warm chest. 
    Behind us, a group of biker witches let out whoops and atta-girl cheers. 
    I leaned my forehead against my man. "Someone must be tapping the pony keg." 
    Dimitri brushed a kiss over the top of my head. "I think they're cat-calling us."
    We weren't even doing anything yet.  I felt my lips quirk as I looked up at his handsome face. "You had your chance to run." I was stuck with the biker witches. He signed up for this when he married me.
    "Didn't notice." The side of his mouth cocked in a half-grin. "As soon as I saw you, I had to have you."
    I leaned up and touched my lips against his. It was supposed to be a thank-you, maybe even a little bit of a tease. But then his mouth slid over mine, and I forgot all about that. I pressed against his solid chest as he deepened the kiss. Mine. His hands slipped down my back, cupped my butt as I ground closer to him.
    Oh yes, I couldn't wait to be alone with this man.
    "Time out," my Grandma called, jogging over to us. 
    Right. I pulled away. Although Dimitri still managed to keep a hand on my ass. Is that true love or what?
    Grandma had tied back her long gray hair into braids and was grinning like a mad woman. "Before you disappear," she said, slightly out of breath, "we've got some anniversary presents to give you." She held out a hand as a smart aleck witch named Creely caught up to her. The heavily tattooed witch barked out a laugh as she gave Grandma a recycled jelly jar filled with pinkish-blue goo. Grandma waggled it at us like a tease. "This is to ramp up the passion. Get all wild and crazy. Right?" 
    "Like we were before you interrupted us," Dimitri said.
    "At least we caught you early," Creely said, tossing a red Kool-Aid dyed lock of hair out of her eyes as she reached into her bag