their strongest and will do a lot of hocus pocus bullcrap?”
Sid sighed. “Are you really this naive?”
“No. I’m still pissed. Get to your point, Demon. I’d like to get some normal sleep.”
“In three days’ time, the new moon will bring the demonic realm closer to the mortal one, close enough for me to use a blood bond as an anchor.”
Ice chilled my boiling blood, sending shivers of simmering warmth through my veins. What the hell did he mean by that? He could do more than invade my dreams? “Aren’t you using it now?”
“Not to its fullest extent.”
“There’s been one new moon since you got my blood. Why didn’t you use me as an anchor then?”
Sid tilted his head. “I needed to test the strength of the tether first.”
The warmth seeped from my body, replaced by a frigid stream of ice. “I thought you didn’t feed on fear.”
“I don’t.” His dark browns furrowed.
“Then why are you trying to scare me?”
“I’m not.”
I gave him a pointed look.
Sid’s shoulders drooped, and he took a step forward. “I want you to be prepared. In three days’ time, I will use our bond to gain access to the mortal realm. You’re my little anchor, after all.”
My scalp prickled, and my stomach clenched. His anchor? Fuck that. I didn’t want to be anything to the Seducer Demon. “Why tell me? Surely, you know I could try to set something up to harm you.”
“You could try.”
My pulse sped up as options flashed through my mind. Things I could do to hurt Sid, closely followed by things he could do to me in retaliation. My body tensed, and I balled my fists as heat flushed through my veins once more.
“That’s why I wish to warn you,” Sid continued. “If I appear and scare you, and somehow you manage to smite me, which I highly doubt, I’ll return to the demonic realm.”
“Good,” I spat.
“And I’ll have a whole month in which to make you pay for your actions.”
I gulped down my breath to stay quiet. Could he sense my thoughts? Did he know the deranged ideas running through my distraught brain? Could he read my mind like Allan?
Sid cocked his head. “Although I prefer other emotions, if you cause me harm, I will exact payment of equal nature. I’d prefer to avoid those unpleasantries altogether.”
“There’s another option.”
“I’m using you as an anchor, Andy, so don’t suggest I don’t.”
“That wasn’t it.”
“What brilliant option have you concocted then?”
With a deep breath, I turned my attention internal and sought the Demon’s bond. It centered in my chest with ferocious attachment, as if it drove steely talons into the tender muscles of my beating heart. I rounded up the Demon’s taint. “I dispel you.”
Nothing happened.
I yanked harder and put a forcible command behind my voice, making it come out deeper, more gravelly, as if embedded with jib rock. “I dispel you.”
Nothing happened.
Sid tsked. “Silly Carus. I’m not a simple Vampire or fera for you to cast away. I’m a Demon.”
A slice of ice shot up my spine as the hair on my arms lifted off prickled skin. Slowly, my unease faded, leaching out of my blood as my thoughts drifted. Sid no longer occupied my brain, and I drifted into true sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
“I’m sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It’s just been too intelligent to come here.”
~Arthur C. Clarke
My phone blared and shook me from my deep slumber. Last night’s conversation with Sid resurfaced as a distant memory, but true to his word, Sid had let me sleep the rest of the night without any more of his perverted influence. I reached out and snatched the phone from my nightstand on the third attempt. All the while the piece of plastic continued its shrill call. I’d given up assigning song ringtones to the people in my life. Too many weird dreams happened when I got a call during the “go-the-fuck-away” hours of the morning. I received these types of calls more often than I’d
Sid sighed. “Are you really this naive?”
“No. I’m still pissed. Get to your point, Demon. I’d like to get some normal sleep.”
“In three days’ time, the new moon will bring the demonic realm closer to the mortal one, close enough for me to use a blood bond as an anchor.”
Ice chilled my boiling blood, sending shivers of simmering warmth through my veins. What the hell did he mean by that? He could do more than invade my dreams? “Aren’t you using it now?”
“Not to its fullest extent.”
“There’s been one new moon since you got my blood. Why didn’t you use me as an anchor then?”
Sid tilted his head. “I needed to test the strength of the tether first.”
The warmth seeped from my body, replaced by a frigid stream of ice. “I thought you didn’t feed on fear.”
“I don’t.” His dark browns furrowed.
“Then why are you trying to scare me?”
“I’m not.”
I gave him a pointed look.
Sid’s shoulders drooped, and he took a step forward. “I want you to be prepared. In three days’ time, I will use our bond to gain access to the mortal realm. You’re my little anchor, after all.”
My scalp prickled, and my stomach clenched. His anchor? Fuck that. I didn’t want to be anything to the Seducer Demon. “Why tell me? Surely, you know I could try to set something up to harm you.”
“You could try.”
My pulse sped up as options flashed through my mind. Things I could do to hurt Sid, closely followed by things he could do to me in retaliation. My body tensed, and I balled my fists as heat flushed through my veins once more.
“That’s why I wish to warn you,” Sid continued. “If I appear and scare you, and somehow you manage to smite me, which I highly doubt, I’ll return to the demonic realm.”
“Good,” I spat.
“And I’ll have a whole month in which to make you pay for your actions.”
I gulped down my breath to stay quiet. Could he sense my thoughts? Did he know the deranged ideas running through my distraught brain? Could he read my mind like Allan?
Sid cocked his head. “Although I prefer other emotions, if you cause me harm, I will exact payment of equal nature. I’d prefer to avoid those unpleasantries altogether.”
“There’s another option.”
“I’m using you as an anchor, Andy, so don’t suggest I don’t.”
“That wasn’t it.”
“What brilliant option have you concocted then?”
With a deep breath, I turned my attention internal and sought the Demon’s bond. It centered in my chest with ferocious attachment, as if it drove steely talons into the tender muscles of my beating heart. I rounded up the Demon’s taint. “I dispel you.”
Nothing happened.
I yanked harder and put a forcible command behind my voice, making it come out deeper, more gravelly, as if embedded with jib rock. “I dispel you.”
Nothing happened.
Sid tsked. “Silly Carus. I’m not a simple Vampire or fera for you to cast away. I’m a Demon.”
A slice of ice shot up my spine as the hair on my arms lifted off prickled skin. Slowly, my unease faded, leaching out of my blood as my thoughts drifted. Sid no longer occupied my brain, and I drifted into true sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
“I’m sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It’s just been too intelligent to come here.”
~Arthur C. Clarke
My phone blared and shook me from my deep slumber. Last night’s conversation with Sid resurfaced as a distant memory, but true to his word, Sid had let me sleep the rest of the night without any more of his perverted influence. I reached out and snatched the phone from my nightstand on the third attempt. All the while the piece of plastic continued its shrill call. I’d given up assigning song ringtones to the people in my life. Too many weird dreams happened when I got a call during the “go-the-fuck-away” hours of the morning. I received these types of calls more often than I’d
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