Demons Don't Always Tell The Truth (Kate Storm Series Book 3)

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continued on, ignoring my silent demand to stop. "We don't have pets in the demon realm so I wasn't sure what he was at first."
    I glanced at him. He was staring at Al with the oddest expression on his face. Part confusion, part annoyance and something else, something I'd almost call envy.
    "You attached his leash to his collar and kissed him."
    Asmodeusu glanced up, caught my eye and held it.
    "You had this expression of such love on your face." He shook his head like it still baffled him. "I'd never seen that before. And I wanted it." His hand cupped my jaw. "I wanted you."
    I stood abruptly, knocking away his touch. I stepped back several steps.
    "You had me." I reminded him. "And you lied to me. That was your choice."
    "I didn't lie to you."
    I laughed at him. A choked, pained sound.
    "I didn't tell you everything, but I never lied to you."
    I stomped towards him. "You didn't lie? But you know what your sin does. It controls a person's desire. Twists it and changes it." I shook my head at him. "You used my own desires against me."
    I couldn't trust him. Couldn't trust what I felt for him.
    "Yes. I did." He said it matter-of-factly. A simple statement. Not like the actual bomb it was.
    "How could you?" I wanted to scream 'why' as well, but I didn't think I had it in me to hear anymore. He was destroying me piece by piece.
    "I'd do anything to have you."
    Oh, Sweet Spirits. How could he? How could he say that to me?
    He wasn't just going to destroy me. He was going to break me down until there was nothing left.
    "I want you to go."
    He had to leave. There was no way I could listen to him. I couldn't hear him say the very things that made me want him. Crave him.
    I couldn't allow myself to hope.
    Not now.
    I was whirling, trying to find a safe landing. Something to hold onto.
    And as much as I wanted it to be Ash - Asmodeus - I couldn't let that happen.
    I'd lost something. The ability to trust myself.
    "Please, just go."
    I turned my back on him and held my breath. Hugged Al tighter to my chest.
    After a minute, I looked back. He was gone.
    And I was all alone.

 
    15. Break In.
     
    I unlocked the door to Love Required . I didn't have any clients to meet. No phone calls to make. Nothing urgent that required my attention. I rarely came in on a Sunday. Unless something came up.
    Or I was trying to avoid my own apartment.
    Facing issues head on totally sucked.
    Not that I was truly meeting my issues face to face. I hadn't slept. Had barely eaten anything. And my mind couldn't stop racing in circles.
    I was in limbo.
    Caught between the pole and the ground. Upside down and backwards.
    Nothing made sense.
    And everything hurt.
    "Ya need to eat, Doll." Al trotted forward through the front door ahead of me. I closed the door and dispersed my protection spell.
    "I'm fine, Al." I'd told him that at least ten times already.
    We headed into my HC office. Al immediately jumped onto my chair and then to the desk top. He sat down on his furry little haunches.
    "Look, Doll. I'm sorry about Ass. I've never liked him, but I never wanted him to hurt you either."
    "I'm not talking about this, Al." I scooped him up, smooched his head and set him on the floor. "I'm going to go through my files to find a match for Snake."
    Basically I was going in the direct opposite direction in my attempt to confront things head on. I wasn't even attempting to face things. I'd stopped trying around 5 am.
    If I didn't think, I could function. I could breathe without pain.
    I'd cleaned my apartment. Twice.
    Removed all traces of the party. Dropped my red shirt off at the local thrift store. Along with the new one that wouldn't fit.
    Al and I had taken a five mile walk.
    My legs throbbed. But I couldn't sit. Every time I stopped moving, I started thinking. So, now we were at Love Required .
    I refused to be the pathetic witch. The one people whispered about behind her back. I'd had enough of that crap in school.
    I was a matchmaking witch who failed in her own

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