collect," she
whispered.
"I think you're right," I agreed. I slid my arm
around her waist and pulled her close, cupping her breast before kissing her
back. A moment later, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Placing her
gently on the sheets, I took off my shirt before untying her robe and joining
he.
****
There was just a hint of light coming from behind the
curtains when I woke up. Jen was just coming in from the hallway, dressed only
in my t-shirt.
"Everything all right?" I asked.
"I just checked on Cam," she replied. "Sorry if
I woke you."
"Don't be," I said. "It was worth it just to
see you in my shirt."
She picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it at me,
laughing.
"How's he doing?" I asked as she jumped onto the
bed.
"He's fine," she answered, as she rolled over and
kissed me. "Oh, and your dog is back, too."
"Charlie's here. Damn."
"Why?" she asked. "Is that bad?"
"No," I replied, reaching up under the shirt,
rubbing my hands up and down her side. "But yes. Unfortunately, it changes
my plans just a bit."
"Oh, I see," she said. "Damn."
"Listen," I began. "About last night ..."
"You don't have to say anything," she interrupted.
"I know how it is. You're a..."
"Stop," I said, putting my finger to her lips. "What
I was going to say was, after today... well, assuming I'm still here after
today... I was thinking it would be nice if we could get together again. Not
just for sex, although that was wonderful. But maybe dinner or something. You
know, like normal people do when you're not stitching them up. I'm sorry, I'm
not very good at this."
"Don’t say things like that," she said, rolling
off me and getting off the bed. She crossed her arms as she stood up. "You'll
still be here."
"And the other?" I asked, getting out of bed
myself.
"Ask me again when it's all over," she replied,
taking off my shirt. Then with a final kiss, she turned and went back into the
bathroom.
I threw on my jeans and shirt as I heard the shower come on
and went downstairs to see what Charlie had been up to.
Chapter 8
"Any luck?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
He was lapping up water like there was no tomorrow, but stopped long enough to
turn his head in my direction when I spoke.
"No," he said before returning to the bowl.
I knew it was no use asking him anything else until he was
ready, so I moved over to the coffee pot, hit the start button and returned to
the table to wait. A minute later he was apparently finished, because he turned,
trotted over and sat down beside me.
"Have you heard from Alf?" I asked.
"He searches for something," he replied. He got up,
went to the bedroom and stood at the doorway. "What happened to the Wolf?"
"Got speared by the thing," I said. "Apparently
it didn’t like being interrupted when it was eating. Jen says he'll pull
through though."
"It has armed itself?"
"Yeah, some type of bladed spear," I replied. "Not
that it needed it with that spiked tail."
"Perhaps the Imp is correct after all," he said.
"About what?"
"When I called it a beast, he disagreed. He said not to
be fooled. That the Demons of that time were considered to be the same as Gods."
"That's not good," I said. If it had a weapon now,
what else about it had changed? Although it had to have been here for a few
days, we still didn’t know how it got here. But Jay's information about the
other Demon meant that someone probably summoned this one as well. The question
was who, and why?
By the time Jen came down I'd already made a couple calls. We
weren't the only ones up at the crack of dawn. Michael was following up a lead
on an old Mage that looked promising. According to Christopher, he fit the
profile of someone who might try such a thing. He was going to let me know when
they tracked him down.
Jenn had already spoken with the Weres, nothing had been
seen of the Demon since the latest attack. I'd already heard from Jay as well.
Someone from the local office would be contacting me later this
whispered.
"I think you're right," I agreed. I slid my arm
around her waist and pulled her close, cupping her breast before kissing her
back. A moment later, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Placing her
gently on the sheets, I took off my shirt before untying her robe and joining
he.
****
There was just a hint of light coming from behind the
curtains when I woke up. Jen was just coming in from the hallway, dressed only
in my t-shirt.
"Everything all right?" I asked.
"I just checked on Cam," she replied. "Sorry if
I woke you."
"Don't be," I said. "It was worth it just to
see you in my shirt."
She picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it at me,
laughing.
"How's he doing?" I asked as she jumped onto the
bed.
"He's fine," she answered, as she rolled over and
kissed me. "Oh, and your dog is back, too."
"Charlie's here. Damn."
"Why?" she asked. "Is that bad?"
"No," I replied, reaching up under the shirt,
rubbing my hands up and down her side. "But yes. Unfortunately, it changes
my plans just a bit."
"Oh, I see," she said. "Damn."
"Listen," I began. "About last night ..."
"You don't have to say anything," she interrupted.
"I know how it is. You're a..."
"Stop," I said, putting my finger to her lips. "What
I was going to say was, after today... well, assuming I'm still here after
today... I was thinking it would be nice if we could get together again. Not
just for sex, although that was wonderful. But maybe dinner or something. You
know, like normal people do when you're not stitching them up. I'm sorry, I'm
not very good at this."
"Don’t say things like that," she said, rolling
off me and getting off the bed. She crossed her arms as she stood up. "You'll
still be here."
"And the other?" I asked, getting out of bed
myself.
"Ask me again when it's all over," she replied,
taking off my shirt. Then with a final kiss, she turned and went back into the
bathroom.
I threw on my jeans and shirt as I heard the shower come on
and went downstairs to see what Charlie had been up to.
Chapter 8
"Any luck?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
He was lapping up water like there was no tomorrow, but stopped long enough to
turn his head in my direction when I spoke.
"No," he said before returning to the bowl.
I knew it was no use asking him anything else until he was
ready, so I moved over to the coffee pot, hit the start button and returned to
the table to wait. A minute later he was apparently finished, because he turned,
trotted over and sat down beside me.
"Have you heard from Alf?" I asked.
"He searches for something," he replied. He got up,
went to the bedroom and stood at the doorway. "What happened to the Wolf?"
"Got speared by the thing," I said. "Apparently
it didn’t like being interrupted when it was eating. Jen says he'll pull
through though."
"It has armed itself?"
"Yeah, some type of bladed spear," I replied. "Not
that it needed it with that spiked tail."
"Perhaps the Imp is correct after all," he said.
"About what?"
"When I called it a beast, he disagreed. He said not to
be fooled. That the Demons of that time were considered to be the same as Gods."
"That's not good," I said. If it had a weapon now,
what else about it had changed? Although it had to have been here for a few
days, we still didn’t know how it got here. But Jay's information about the
other Demon meant that someone probably summoned this one as well. The question
was who, and why?
By the time Jen came down I'd already made a couple calls. We
weren't the only ones up at the crack of dawn. Michael was following up a lead
on an old Mage that looked promising. According to Christopher, he fit the
profile of someone who might try such a thing. He was going to let me know when
they tracked him down.
Jenn had already spoken with the Weres, nothing had been
seen of the Demon since the latest attack. I'd already heard from Jay as well.
Someone from the local office would be contacting me later this
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