to step in front of September, but Illya moved faster. “Don’t.”
Tensley’s shoulders relaxed, and he smirked. “You’re not worth my time, dick ,” he taunted.
September glowered, gritting her teeth together. Then she attacked, lunging forward and grasping his muscular shoulders. Oh no. A terrifying growl left his pursed lips, and within seconds Tensley was in control, deflecting September’s hits and sending her sprawling to the tile.
“Don’t! Please! Stop!” Molly gripped the back of his shirt and pulled—“Tensley!”—and he stumbled back, turning to face her. Well, at least my powers worked.
As soon as his eyes left Molly, she darted to the gasping September on the floor and helped her sit up.
Tensley looked down at them with a wrinkled nose. “You don’t understand what’s out there, do you? How many damn demons are after you, thirsty for you. I’m the only thing keeping them at bay.”
Molly raised her chin and swallowed. Is he serious?
“He’s right,” Illya spoke, breaking the glaring contest. “They’ve been waiting for another daemon for centuries. They’ll be pissed when they hear you’ve been hidden right under their noses.”
“ Dick ,” September choked out. Even after wrestling with a demon, she still had the balls to retort.
“You don’t want to fuck with me. I’ll rip—”
Molly glared coldly, her heart pounding as she faced off with the monster. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that.”
All heads swung in her direction.
Tensley examined her scowl. “Like what? ”
She struggled to control her volume. “Like a jackass! Why can’t you be like him? Like Illya?” Molly pointed to the blond demon, who was looking September over for injury.
“I can’t be like him ,” Tensley spat.
“You can’t be nice?” She didn’t understand. She didn’t understand how they were both demons, but with such different personalities.
“Just fucking drop it.” The veins in Tensley’s neck throbbed. Hm, she’d struck a weak spot. Maybe that’d be her angle. That’d be her ticket to destroying him.
“Tensley.” Illya narrowed his eyes.
Tensley returned the look, then marched out. The front door slammed a moment later.
Illya reached a hand out to September, his eyes soft. “I’m sorry about him. He’s just stressed.”
“I doubt that,” September said, waving Illya’s hands away and getting up on her own.
Molly stared in awe at him. How could he be a demon? He was so kind.
“I’ll give you two some alone time,” he said after a few beats of awkward silence, smiling and walking out.
September groaned when they were alone, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I hate that bastard.”
Molly fixed her lopsided sunglasses and glared. “I told you to stay away! He almost hurt you!”
“I’m trying to help! You can’t do this, Molly.”
Molly tapped her fingers against the marble. “What do you suggest I do?”
“You can’t deal with this alone. It’s not like middle school; these aren’t snobby twelve-year-olds we’re dealing with. You need to fight back.”
“I did! I did fight back, and it didn’t help!”
September waved her hands. “Okay, okay. So the police obviously can’t help with demons. Do you know of anything else? Anyone who could help us?”
“No!” Molly thought back to Albert. “Wait…” She dug the piece of paper out of her pocket; she’d kept it on her since meeting Albert three days prior, but wasn’t sure why. “This warlock gave me something, but I have no idea what it means.”
“Show it to me.”
As Molly watched September eye it, she wondered if she could leave the state—just move really far away and change her name. But what about her family? He would attack them. Slaughter them.
“Shit, Molly.”
“What?”
“I knew this sounded familiar,” September whispered, squinting at her phone and the paper. She twisted the screen for Molly to see. “It’s a bar in Coney Island. Maybe the guy
Tensley’s shoulders relaxed, and he smirked. “You’re not worth my time, dick ,” he taunted.
September glowered, gritting her teeth together. Then she attacked, lunging forward and grasping his muscular shoulders. Oh no. A terrifying growl left his pursed lips, and within seconds Tensley was in control, deflecting September’s hits and sending her sprawling to the tile.
“Don’t! Please! Stop!” Molly gripped the back of his shirt and pulled—“Tensley!”—and he stumbled back, turning to face her. Well, at least my powers worked.
As soon as his eyes left Molly, she darted to the gasping September on the floor and helped her sit up.
Tensley looked down at them with a wrinkled nose. “You don’t understand what’s out there, do you? How many damn demons are after you, thirsty for you. I’m the only thing keeping them at bay.”
Molly raised her chin and swallowed. Is he serious?
“He’s right,” Illya spoke, breaking the glaring contest. “They’ve been waiting for another daemon for centuries. They’ll be pissed when they hear you’ve been hidden right under their noses.”
“ Dick ,” September choked out. Even after wrestling with a demon, she still had the balls to retort.
“You don’t want to fuck with me. I’ll rip—”
Molly glared coldly, her heart pounding as she faced off with the monster. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that.”
All heads swung in her direction.
Tensley examined her scowl. “Like what? ”
She struggled to control her volume. “Like a jackass! Why can’t you be like him? Like Illya?” Molly pointed to the blond demon, who was looking September over for injury.
“I can’t be like him ,” Tensley spat.
“You can’t be nice?” She didn’t understand. She didn’t understand how they were both demons, but with such different personalities.
“Just fucking drop it.” The veins in Tensley’s neck throbbed. Hm, she’d struck a weak spot. Maybe that’d be her angle. That’d be her ticket to destroying him.
“Tensley.” Illya narrowed his eyes.
Tensley returned the look, then marched out. The front door slammed a moment later.
Illya reached a hand out to September, his eyes soft. “I’m sorry about him. He’s just stressed.”
“I doubt that,” September said, waving Illya’s hands away and getting up on her own.
Molly stared in awe at him. How could he be a demon? He was so kind.
“I’ll give you two some alone time,” he said after a few beats of awkward silence, smiling and walking out.
September groaned when they were alone, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I hate that bastard.”
Molly fixed her lopsided sunglasses and glared. “I told you to stay away! He almost hurt you!”
“I’m trying to help! You can’t do this, Molly.”
Molly tapped her fingers against the marble. “What do you suggest I do?”
“You can’t deal with this alone. It’s not like middle school; these aren’t snobby twelve-year-olds we’re dealing with. You need to fight back.”
“I did! I did fight back, and it didn’t help!”
September waved her hands. “Okay, okay. So the police obviously can’t help with demons. Do you know of anything else? Anyone who could help us?”
“No!” Molly thought back to Albert. “Wait…” She dug the piece of paper out of her pocket; she’d kept it on her since meeting Albert three days prior, but wasn’t sure why. “This warlock gave me something, but I have no idea what it means.”
“Show it to me.”
As Molly watched September eye it, she wondered if she could leave the state—just move really far away and change her name. But what about her family? He would attack them. Slaughter them.
“Shit, Molly.”
“What?”
“I knew this sounded familiar,” September whispered, squinting at her phone and the paper. She twisted the screen for Molly to see. “It’s a bar in Coney Island. Maybe the guy
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