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 The Mission - Ravyn

    Chapter One

    Ravyn

    The Mission

    The sun had just begun to make its presence known to the east in a spectacle of brilliant blues, purples, and fiery pinks. The city was quiet, with the exception of the morning song of waking birds and the steady march of boots around me. If I had to guess, I would say the damp morning air of spring carried a chill with it. I kept my head focused on the stone path ahead while my eyes glanced at the four guards to my right. Judging by the sight of their breath gracing the air, I was right.

    A smug grin lined my lips as I tried to contain my laughter at the stern, serious expressions on their faces. How could anyone take these silly-looking men seriously? Though I deeply admired the tradition of the Swiss Guard, I couldn¡¯t help but wonder if the colorfully striped uniforms were meant to throw off any opponent. I mean, they looked like a bunch of flaming gays dressed for war.

    We walked briskly along the ancient stone Passetto toward the Swiss Guard barracks. It was a rare occasion for me to be in Vatican City, but when I was asked to come, I had no choice. This was the usual drill, secretive and always escorted. I didn¡¯t mind much, considering it was more for show, since the Guard really didn¡¯t stand a chance against me.

    The city itself was a natural wonder, an architect¡¯s wet dream. Every building wore the same white, sienna, or tangerine color. All had clay roofs of those colors, faded with age.

    For one like myself it was the power that pulsed through the ancient city like a raging heartbeat that held my fascination. Small as it may be, it held more secrets, wealth, and power than any human would care to know about. In my eyes this was the city¡¯s saving grace.

    Staring out at the city below, I noticed one of the guard¡¯s eyes fastened to my thighs. More to the point, the custom chrome pistols with ivory grips with an inlayed raven perched on top of a human skull, holstered high on each leg. At least, I¡¯m pretty sure that¡¯s what held his attention.

    My black leather trench coat flapped behind my long legs, doing little to cover the pistols or my body as it failed to keep pace. My usual outfit of snug black leather pants, black steel toe boots, and black tank top showed off my toned, slender body as well as my small boobs. Most women would complain, but in my line of work, it was one less thing to worry about getting in the way. I was perfectly happy to have such small, perky breasts.

    I gave the young man, who might have been fairly handsome if wearing a different outfit, a flirtatious smile. ¡°Like what you see?¡± I teased in my raspy voice, unable to stop myself.

    His eyes widened as his mouth gaped. Clearly, he wasn¡¯t expecting that. When the guard behind him rapped him in the back with the long, wooden handle of his halberd, the young man snapped his attention forward, returning to his stern expression. The seriousness with which these men took their job caused me to laugh openly as we approached the barracks.

    The silly-looking guard standing at attention quickly pulled the large arched oak door open. The guards at my sides all stopped in a perfectly timed step just outside the door, allowing me to waltz into the dimly lit room without even a pause in my step. The door slowly creaked until it clicked loudly behind me, as if to say there was no escape.

    The heavy smoke of burning frankincense immediately stung my nostrils, while the pungent scent of holy water burned at my lungs. I quickly ignored the annoying odors as my eyes settled on the figure behind the desk.

    The rising sun forced its way through the single stained glass window, which favored a portrait of Jesus, shining on the man behind the large desk. His bright red robe emanated a purple hue as the blue color in the glass settled upon him. He was handsome. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones that framed his face. If I had to guess, I¡¯d say he was in his mid-thirties, and from the short time I had spent with him, I knew the robe hid his well-defined, toned body.

    The man behind the desk motioned to the plain wooden chair in front of me as he continued to skim through a pile of papers. Stepping in front of the chair, I pushed the open flaps of my coat back behind my pistols as I took a seat. A devilish smile pulled at my naturally crimson lips when his eyes parted with his papers to find me. Crossing my legs, I lit my cigarette and watched his eyes rake over my body.

    My skin was pale, almost translucent, without a single blemish or scar. My black hair lay just at my shoulders, straight and always a wild sexy mess. I was a deadly dream to any God-fearing man such as Gabriel. Though I much preferred a woman¡¯s company, I loved to get under Gabriel¡¯s skin.

    When his eyes finally met mine I gave him a wink while blowing a couple of smoke rings in his direction. Clearing his throat, he averted his eyes back to his papers and began shuffling them around on his desk.

    ¡°Ravyn, you look well,¡± he said, after a few long minutes of silence. Finishing with his papers, he reached into his desk, and slid an ashtray and a large manila envelope toward me.

    I grabbed the ashtray and leaned back, leaving the envelope where it was. ¡°Gabriel, why am I here? You could have delivered this to me, like always,¡± I started with a bit of a childish huff. ¡°You know I hate coming to this godforsaken place. Please, explain why it was so important for me to be here before I lose my temper.¡±

    I had good reason to gripe. Coming to Vatican City was against the terms of my contract, not to mention I hated being here. The hypocrisy of their laws made my skin boil, but it was the same hypocrisy that brought me here. I was not welcome in this city, unless, of course, for unofficial business. Being here in Gabriel¡¯s office meant only that, business of the unofficial kind.

    ¡°Ravyn, you know why you¡¯re here. I had business to tend to. Now stop whining,¡± Gabriel said, irritated by my childish behavior.

    Technically, I could be categorized as a child. I was only twenty-three and had the body of a seventeen-year-old, but I was just plain irritated. ¡°Damn it, Gabriel, why don¡¯t you take this case? I was planning on taking a vacation,¡± I replied, though I really hadn¡¯t planned anything, and Gabriel saw right through me.

    ¡°You? A vacation? Ha! You wouldn¡¯t know what to do. You would just mope around looking for some trouble to stir up.¡± He laughed loudly.

    The bastard knew me too well. I loved my work. Although I had only been at it for five years, I was fucking good at it. Did I mention the Vatican paid incredibly well? I was already set for an eternity. ¡°Shut up, asshole. When was the last time you took a vacation? You love your work more than I do!¡±

    Gabriel looked down at the envelope, tapping his finger against it, blushing as if he¡¯d just been caught red-handed. ¡°I¡¯m on vacation,¡± he confessed. I laughed loudly.

    The rat bastard had accused me of never taking a vacation and he¡¯s working during his! ¡°See, Gabriel? We do have some things in common,¡± I said, as I put out my cigarette and slid the ashtray back across his desk.

    Gabriel narrowed his eyes, obviously pissy about my comment. He had never really liked me, but he put up with my never-ending shit because he had to. After all, we had to accomplish the jobs given to us. Truth is, he hated what I was. He also hated how he lusted over my body.

    ¡°Ravyn, we have nothing in common. Why do you insist on making things difficult every time I see you?¡± he said through clenched teeth, barely letting the words escape.

    I was standing, leaning over, elbows firmly planted on his desk with my chin resting on my hands, invading his space before he noticed I even moved. His eyes widened but he held his ground, his face only inches away from mine.

    ¡°Why are you always such a cocksucker? What I am has nothing to do with what we have in common. Besides, it was you who hired me,¡± I said in a very playful tone.

    ¡°Yes, Ravyn. I am well aware I hired you. It pains me to admit it, but you are the best. Now sit, so we can get on with our business.¡±

    There was the professional Gabriel I knew. I smiled and eased myself back down into the chair. There was always a playful argument when you put us in a room together. Truth be told, I wanted nothing more than to rip his damn head off. I snatched the envelope from his desk, just wanting this visit to be over with already.

    The smell of fear and disgust was heavy now, almost overpowering the foul frankincense. That we had made it this far without killing each other was a miracle, though I learned long ago to act the part in order to get what I wanted, and every time I set foot around Gabriel, I put on a show. Always showing him what he wanted: a beautiful, childlike, submissive girl. I hated it. It was the exact opposite of what I really was, but I didn¡¯t want to lose such a cushy job.

    Peeling the envelope open, I pulled the file out and froze as my eyes locked onto the small photo of the beautiful, young blonde clipped to the documents. My heart seemed to stop and though I didn¡¯t have the need to breathe, the air caught in my throat. I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of the shock. It worked, and I quickly scanned the first page.

    TARGET: Kara Wombley

    AGE: 21

    ADDRESS: 2637 53rd Ave. Oak Lawn, IL

    TYPE: Witch

    MISSION: Terminate

    My eyes fell from the letter, and if it were possible to become even paler, I would have. I struggled to find words, but none came. Who could possibly want to hurt Kara? She was as harmless as a fly, even less harmless if that was possible.

    ¡°Ravyn? Do you know her?¡± Gabriel interrupted my thoughts.

    I nodded as I pushed the paper back into the envelope and tossed it onto his desk. My mind worked frantically to think of a possible explanation, but there simply wasn¡¯t one. Kara was the most innocent person I had ever known. I knew everything about her. We grew up together. Her innocence was the reason I had left six years ago. Had she changed? Maybe gotten in with the wrong crowd? No, that just wasn¡¯t Kara.

    ¡°Ravyn!¡± Gabriel yelled.

    ¡°Huh?¡±

    ¡°I can assign someone else to the case.¡± Gabriel softened his tone, an attempt at a sincere gesture.

    ¡°Why? Why is she the target?¡± I asked.

    ¡°You know I don¡¯t get details, only the package. I can tell you that the Prophets ordered this. How do you know her?¡± He looked at me with great concern.

    By the Prophets? I thought as I felt a sudden anger spur through me. It wasn¡¯t unusual, since my temper had a very short, almost nonexistent fuse. ¡°Cut the shit, Gabriel! You know I know her! You know everything about my past,¡± I shouted, letting my anger boil over. Gabriel played head games when he could, and I was in no mood. He knew more about my past than I cared to remember.

    ¡°True. Calm down, and humor me for a minute.¡± He paused, waiting for me to acknowledge him. I nodded. Gabriel leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying me. ¡°I¡¯m assuming that you''re not going to take the case.¡±

    I threw him a look of death, which said he was correct. He raised his hands as if to say let me finish. I bit my lip in attempt to keep my acidic words from flying out.

    ¡°I am also assuming that if I put anyone else on this case, they¡¯ll be going up against one nasty, pissed off little lady,¡± Gabriel finished cautiously.

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    I almost hated him for how well he knew me. ¡°Yes, Gabriel, you will. Until I find out why she is the hot item on the executioner¡¯s list, no one touches her,¡± I warned.

    ¡°And when you find out the ugly truth?¡± he asked.

    ¡°Who said it would be ugly? If it is, I will take the case,¡± I unhappily agreed. I could see the satisfaction glinting in Gabriel¡¯s eyes. I narrowed my eyes, wondering what that satisfaction could be.

    He cleared his throat and stood. ¡°Well, I can¡¯t very well have a rogue agent out there. One month, Ravyn. If you haven¡¯t figured it out by then, you¡¯re both as good as dead. I will find out what I can and meet with you in a week. I¡¯ll be arriving in the States soon anyway,¡± Gabriel instructed in his very businesslike tone.

    ¡°Why would you help me?¡± I asked, finding his actions beyond bizarre. The Gabriel I knew wouldn¡¯t touch my dirty demon paws.

    Gabriel cocked his head to the side, his brows raised, and the disappointment on his face read like a large print book. ¡°Think what you may of me, but it is best to play with the beast than against the beast. Besides, no matter how much I dislike you, I need you. And I must say, curiosity is at play. I have never seen you show any kindness, nor have you ever turned down a case.¡± Gabriel spoke as if he were reading poetry.

    I wasn¡¯t ready for that response, but it sure did sound like him. I stood, satisfied with his response and gave him a nod. ¡°You know what they say about curiosity.¡± I smiled.

    ¡°Yes, yes. Something about killing cats, I believe. If the saying is true, then I believe we are both under the knife,¡± he said eloquently. I turned, not wanting to respond to that. ¡°Take the envelope. I don¡¯t need any suspicion.¡± He smiled and bowed his head as I grabbed it and left the room in a hurry.

    I was glad to be leaving Vatican City. I found it ironic that I had killed so many for this so-called religion. I often found myself chuckling after killing for the Church, a church that hired demons to do its dirty deeds as if it would keep the souls of its members clean. In my eyes, they were no more innocent than I, especially Gabriel. He loved killing as much as I did, though his reasons allowed him peace of mind. Mine, on the other hand, allowed me a good fight and a good paycheck. I knew there was no heaven or hell. The Church even knew this, but they used it as a power play.

    ***

    I plopped onto the plush, mocha-colored leather sofa on my private jet. Lying down, I stretched out, letting my body sink into the luxurious material. Closing my eyes, I focused my thoughts on solving this case before the Vatican could interfere. No matter how I looked at it, Gabriel¡¯s generosity did not sit well with me. I didn¡¯t trust him. With the exception of a handful of people I could call my friends, I didn¡¯t trust anyone.

    For the first time, I was questioning the Church. Questioning how they found their victims. I had always known they had dirty dealings just like everyone else, but now I wondered why. I wondered how many of my victims had been as innocent as Kara. Something inside warned me that she would be the catalyst of my undoing with the Church. I also knew it would not end peacefully. They never allowed demons to live when their work for the Church was finished.

    I shoved my thoughts aside as the gorgeous young flight attendant prepared my drink. Her wavy, light brown hair fell just below her shoulders, her dark brown eyes wanting what I often took from her over the years. I quickly chugged the warm whiskey.

    ¡°Are you okay Ravyn?¡± the beautiful stewardess asked.

    ¡°I¡¯m fine, thank you,¡± I replied, knowing I would soon take from her again. For the first time, I wondered what her name was. In the five years I had taken greedily from her, I cared too little to actually find out.

    She leaned over, refilling my glass. Swallowing the contents, I set the empty glass on the heavily lacquered end table and sat up a little too quickly for the woman. ¡°Leave the bottle,¡± I instructed as I tuned in to the steady beat of her heart.

    She smiled and set it on the table next to the empty glass. Her movement was fluid, without fear or hesitation. My hand caught hers, ever so gently pulling her closer, until her shins bumped against the edge of the couch. Releasing her hand, I let mine settle on her hips.

    The desire began to swirl in her eyes as my hands slid down her thighs. Reaching for the hem of her mid-thigh black skirt, I allowed my fingers to find her soft, bare skin. Hooking my thumbs on the hem, my hands slowly crept back up, pushing her skirt up.

    Her breathing picked up, excited by my powerful touch. I leaned back and she followed, unwilling to break from my touch. I watched the craving grow in her eyes as she straddled my lap, pushing her perfect body against mine. She was my puppet as long as my touch remained. A necessary power for demons. I had learned to control my power over the years, but this only caused me to become sadistic in nature.

    My mouth watered and gums tingled, while my throat grew tight with an overwhelming hunger. The familiar cracking resonated from within my body as my bones adjusted to fit the deadly creature within me. I could feel my sharp fangs grow needy as they pulsed with what felt like an electric current.

    Sweeping her hair from her neck, her vein pulsing with anticipation, I could wait no more. My fangs penetrated her skin like it was nothing more than butter. My jaw locked around her delicate skin. Fangs still buried deep, I pulled back, gently stretching her skin and allowing the blood to easily course into my welcoming mouth.

    I drank quickly as my hand pressed lightly at the back of her neck, keeping her against my mouth. Her body began to tremble and shudder against me, and her moans echoed through the cabin, the orgasm erupting through her body. Taking only what I needed I pulled away, licking her wound and the evidence of my true nature away. I moved the woman to the empty space beside me, her eyes revealing her blissful state as she reached for me.

    ¡°You¡¯ve had too much to drink, my dear. Sleep now and wake with no memory of this.¡±

    Her eyes closed as soon as the words left my mouth. The creature quickly shrank back within me, feeling the relaxing calm that her blood offered. The whirling thoughts cleared out, as they always did after I fed.

    Now before you go jumping to conclusions, I am NOT a vampire! Vampires don¡¯t even exist; however, demons do. We demons come in many different shapes and sizes, and different colors as well. All demons have an affinity for blood; it makes our powers stronger and quenches the only hunger from which we suffer. Some need to drink more than others, while a few can survive without it. I prefer to feed every few weeks, though if I am badly injured, feeding speeds up the healing process. I also have a tendency to feed during sex.

    I rarely feed on the same person, but every human has a distinct flavor, and the flight attendant was like my favorite home-cooked meal. That being said, I fed from her a little too often, and doing so created a need within her. It was as if her body knew exactly what I was and what I would take from her.

    I also prefer to drink from women. They taste better and I enjoy using my power of suggestion, which gives a certain sexual pleasure to the donor. I don¡¯t care to give that pleasure to men. I can also make a feeding particularly painful.

    Demons have a human form and a demon form. If we didn¡¯t, things would get pretty messy on earth, with all of us roaming around in scary demon form. I, however, would have very little trouble fitting in. As far as I could tell, my demon form was broken, meaning I change very little in appearance, which is probably attributed to me being a half-breed.

    My terrifying demon form consists of my fingers growing slightly longer, accented by two-inch, dagger-like, unbreakable fingernails; my fangs; my eyes turn completely black; and of course the extra armor-like bone that encases my heart and hurts like a bitch. Other than that, my almost translucent skin is the only thing that makes humans stare at me. Well, unless they¡¯re checking me out.

    A majority of demons are among the most beautiful people in human form. And nearly all demons carry some sort of animal trait within, so when they release the demon their form changes. Some get as little as larger ears or a tail, while others become very animalistic. I¡¯ve witnessed full-blooded demons who appear to be humanoid tigers and even wolves. This is probably where the werewolf myth stems from. But just like the vampire myth, they were cases of frightened humans making up stories.

    Some demons live peaceful little lives, trying to be as human as possible. Some are very into business and success, and some revel in chaos and destruction. As for myself, I settle on causing chaos and destruction for those who initially caused the chaos and destruction. I kill as ruthlessly as they do and for that, I am no better than the scumbags I kill. But I¡¯m damn good at it. Besides, better to kill the bad instead of the innocent, right? This was my constant claim of reasoning, but it wasn¡¯t the whole truth. I loved the fight, and the bad guys offered a better one.

    I know what I am. I¡¯m dangerous, and my abilities far exceed most demons¡¯. Which is exactly why I left my childhood friend. I never knew what I was or what I was capable of, but one day six years ago everything changed.

    My mother was human, and the father I had never met was apparently a full-blooded demon, which makes me a half-breed. Half-human, half-demon. Full-bloods are born with all of their powers and abilities. Half-breeds are not. Our demon must be awakened, usually by a devastating life event. Mine was my mother¡¯s murder. My demon roared to life and I changed. My father¡¯s parting gift to me, I guess.

    I was scared, so I ran. Disappeared and swore never to return. I hated leaving Kara, but she was safer, or so I thought, with me gone. Now she had a price tag on her head for some unknown reason. I could only hope this was some false accusation by the Prophets. Maybe she wouldn¡¯t even remember me. Thankfully, the rhythmic hum of the jet began to lull me to sleep.

    ***

    Fourteen-year-old Kara sat on worn shag carpeting in the small room, her legs crossed, Indian-style. The room was almost pitch black, only the soft glow of orange light seeping through the thin curtains from the streetlight outside. The dim light reflected off the shiny wax of the unlit candles arranged in front of her. I lay on my side, just a few inches behind her on the floor, watching as her thoughts entered my mind without a peep. Are you watching? A gentle hand on the small of her back was my only response.

    One by one, the candles burst to life. When they were all lit, she giggled with excitement. She held her open hand over the flames, and then quickly closed it, and with that the flames were extinguished.

    I clapped softly in approval as I witnessed her power. ¡°You¡¯re getting stronger. Pretty soon you will be able to beat me,¡± I said playfully.

    She leaned back and rested her head on my stomach. Her long honey-blonde hair pooled over my exposed skin, like I was being draped in satin. Her eyes were the prettiest I¡¯d ever seen, like big dark turquoise gems. They seemed to melt away my rough edges. She had long lashes and high cheekbones, a small pert nose, and plump, perfectly curved lips. Kara didn¡¯t have a single flaw, and as if her face wasn¡¯t perfect enough, she had the body of a supermodel goddess, only in a shorter package.

    ¡°Yeah? You think so?¡± she giggled.

    My hand played with her hair, as it always seemed to be drawn to it. ¡°No,¡± I replied, with a straight face.

    She stared up at me, a sexy smile dancing across her lips. Suddenly, a book flew off the shelf towards me. I caught it with ease, only inches from my head, and read the title, ¡°To Kill a Mockingbird.¡± I held it out to her.

    ¡°You going to read it?¡± I grinned.

    She snatched it from me. ¡°How do you move so fast?¡± she wondered aloud in defeat.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know. How do you do the things you do?¡± I asked. Kara moved, sliding her body next to mine.

    Her eyes searched mine for truth as she lay next to me. ¡°Do I scare you?¡± she asked back.

    ¡°Terribly. I¡¯m pretty sure you could bury me in books and set me on fire without lifting a finger.¡± I laughed loudly as she giggled with me and hit my stomach, not amused by my joke. I rolled onto my side to face her. She watched me, but remained still.

    ¡°Do I scare you?¡± I gazed into her eyes, searching for a reaction.

    She didn¡¯t so much as blink as she held my stare. ¡°No,¡± she whispered with a smile.

    ***

    My eyes popped open just as the wheels of the jet skidded onto the tarmac. A soft growl revealed my irritation. ¡°Damn dreams!¡± Worse though, my dream was a playback of long lost memories. Memories I never wanted to dig up.

    I looked through the small rectangular window, furrowed my brow and let the scowl wash over my face. I could already smell the foul air of Chicago, and the door was still sealed tight as the jet taxied to the private sector of Midway airport. It had been two years since I had been home and it was still a shit hole, but it was my shit hole. I had earned a fearsome reputation among my kind in the Chicago area and was proud to have it.

    The jet rolled to a stop as I looked at the still-sleeping woman. Deciding not to wake her, I opened the door and smiled when I was greeted by my car just outside the door. My crimson Ferrari 458 Italia glistened in the late afternoon sun, welcoming me home. Sexy is the perfect word to describe it. Along with money came a taste for finer things, and yes, I enjoyed those finer things very much.

    I lit a cigarette and pulled my cell phone from my pocket as I headed for the car. I figured now was a good time to call Nebiros, my good friend and self-proclaimed guardian. He was more like a father to me, though he would never claim to be a fatherly figure. If I could say anyone had my trust, it was Nebiros. Actually, I would be willing to trust him with my life.

    Nebiros answered on the second ring. ¡°Ravyn, how was your trip, my dear?¡± His hoarse, baritone voice instantly sent a calm through me. Sometimes, I wished I had his calming abilities.

    ¡°Not good. I declined my services.¡± I couldn¡¯t help but sigh; I was in up to my ears.

    ¡°Ah, I see. What is your reasoning, sister?¡± he asked. His words always carried an ancient eloquence.

    ¡°Kara Wombley,¡± I grumbled, not in the least bit thrilled with this case.

    ¡°I see. The Kara, I presume,¡± Nebiros said with a sudden interest.

    ¡°Yes, Nebiros! The Kara!¡± I snapped, flicking my cigarette butt across the tarmac before sliding into my car.

    ¡°I have always fancied meeting her. I suppose I will have the chance at last,¡± he said with a light chuckle. ¡°Tell me what you know, my dear.¡±

    I told him every detail of my business trip as I weaved through the always-heavy Chicago traffic, heading towards Kara¡¯s house. It was actually her mother¡¯s house. I knew it well because I grew up in the home right next door.

    Nebiros seemed unaffected by Gabriel¡¯s sudden kindness and the fact that Kara was the target. He also agreed that I would not be the only one currently hunting her down, since the Prophets ordered the hit. They were sloppy, often sending the information to anyone with a bad reputation, like the Old West wanted posters. Only Kara¡¯s would read: WANTED DEAD.

    After filling in Nebiros, he thought it best if we split up. Nebiros would go to Kara¡¯s home, and I would check her mother¡¯s business. Between the two of us we couldn¡¯t miss her. I just hoped I wasn¡¯t too late.

    After hanging up, I headed straight there, trying to think of a plan. The only plan I could come up with involved three steps. First, stay out of sight. I didn¡¯t want Kara or her mother, Emma, to know I was around. Second, kill anyone who got near them. Of course, only bad guys. And third, find out why the Prophets wanted her dead. Once those were complete, then I would figure out the next step.

    I thought it was a good start. After all, this couldn¡¯t be a very hard case. I had certainly had tougher ones, like the time I had to track and kill an irate Kraken. Talk about tough. No, I¡¯m not talking about a squid. A Kraken is a huge dragon-looking thing with four arms and two legs. Its hands and feet are webbed and accompanied by massive claws, and it has a long, flat tail with sharp spikes cresting the tip. It has teeth like a crocodile, only more of them and much bigger. Top that off with armor-like scales, and the Kraken was a major pain in my ass. So by all means, this should be an easy case.

 Unexpected Surprises - Ravyn

    I pulled into the small parking lot in front of the shop Wicca¡¯s Delight. The store had always been Emma¡¯s pride and joy, as well as a decent moneymaker. Emma¡¯s bloodline spanned centuries, a long line of very powerful witches, and Kara was graced with the magical blood. I sat with the car running as I peered through the large windows that lined the front of the store.

    Kara was nowhere that I could see, but there, looking more chipper than ever, was her mother, Emma. She looked exactly the same as the day I left. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back into a braid; she had deep blue eyes, a slender body, and an angelic face. And at the age of thirty-eight, she could have passed as Kara¡¯s older sister. I mean, she looked like she was maybe twenty-seven. I watched her shuffle gracefully around the store, stocking and cleaning; she appeared to be talking, but with no one else in the store, I imagined she was singing.

    I sat in my car for what seemed like forever. The sun had set a while ago, so my idea that maybe Kara was on break was clearly not the case. Memories of my past flooded me as I watched Emma moving back and forth, answering the phone in between stocking. She had been best friends with my mother since elementary school. Talk about everlasting friendship. Emma and my mother created the very definition. The friendship seemed to pass to Kara and I because we were inseparable; until my mother was murdered, that is.

    I buried the past with my anger, willing myself to forget. I burned my childhood home along with every memory in it. I still owned the barren property and paid for the lawn upkeep. A single willow tree stood in the center of the lot in memory of my mother. I hadn¡¯t thought of my past for at least three years, and now, I was drowning in it.

    A man wearing a black pinstriped suit and black fedora walked towards the store entrance, interrupting my thoughts as I instantly recognized him.

    ¡°Devlin,¡± I said to myself with a smile.

    Devlin was a prominent business owner and a full-blooded demon who enjoyed bounty hunting on the side. Unfortunately, he was very good at it. Devlin was also very handsome. He was tall, almost seven feet, with very broad shoulders and a wide chest that slimmed at his waist. He was built like a concrete wall.

    I watched as Devlin approached Emma, a smile taking over as her eyes scanned his body. He tipped his hat as he greeted her, no doubt trying to get in her pants. Devlin had a reputation with the ladies; he could never keep his snake in his pants. He would be working his charm on her, which was stronger than any I had ever witnessed. He could control humans without even touching them, and if he did touch human skin, they were instantly his.

    I couldn¡¯t hate him though; he was in the same business I was, not to mention he was a hoot to hang out with. I considered Devlin to be a friend and a pretty good one. We had even worked together on several occasions.

    I tensed, as the two seemed to be having a heated conversation. It was obvious Emma was very upset about something Devlin had said. I have fantastic hearing but at this distance and with the glass barrier, I couldn¡¯t make out a word. Suddenly, Emma slammed the pile of books on the counter, her braid wagging as she shook her head and thrust her finger up, poking Devlin¡¯s solid chest. What the fuck was she thinking? I wondered if she was really brave or just plain stupid.

    When Devlin grabbed her arm, none too gently, and glared down at Emma, I didn¡¯t wait to see what would happen next. My car was off and I was at the door before I could process another thought.

    I opened the door, hearing the wind chime sing against the glass. Step one was about to be thrown out the fucking window. Fuck! Not a good start, Ravyn! I silently chided myself while I stepped into the store.

    Devlin turned to find me leaning up against the checkout counter, a devilish smile firmly planted on my lips. Emma¡¯s eyes also found me, her anger quickly melting into shock.

    ¡°Ah, Ravyn. What a delicious surprise!¡± Devlin¡¯s rich English accent spilled out as his eyes greedily groped my body.

    ¡°Devlin,¡± I greeted him, stepping toward him. ¡°May I ask why you are being so hostile with my darling Emma?¡± I asked in a calm, steady voice.

    He wisely let go of her arm before stepping away from her, as his eyes flicked from Emma to myself. ¡°My dear, you make false assumptions. When did you get back in town?¡± Devlin¡¯s charm had no affect on me and he knew it, but he always kept up the appearance of a constant gentleman, which was his nature unless he was angered.

    ¡°I just got back. I could use a drink if you don¡¯t have any further business here?¡± I suggested, truly wanting a drink but also just wanting to get Emma clear of my kind.

    I could see Emma struggling to find the words for my sudden appearance back in her life and gave her a deadly smile that kept her mouth shut.

    ¡°As luck would have it, you, my dear Ravyn, are just the person I was hoping to see.¡± Devlin smiled a little too widely.

    He was up to something, or maybe he had information for me. Either way, it looked like I was headed to the very popular club DEVLIN¡¯S.

    ¡°I¡¯ll drive since you''re buying. Leave me with Emma for a moment if you don¡¯t mind.¡± My firm voice wasn¡¯t asking for his permission, and Devlin knew to wait outside.

    Emma stared at me. A cocktail of emotions stirred through her as I stared back. ¡°Rav¡ª¡±

    I held my hand up, stopping her before she could even say my name. Then my touch found her hand as our eyes locked. ¡°Go home, lock the doors, and stay there. Answer the door for no one other than myself or Kara.¡± With my orders, the emotions drained from her. I left her standing confused and compelled to obey my words.

    Devlin was gone, which made me believe he knew more than he wanted to admit, but there were two unpleasant-looking men waiting by my car. I didn¡¯t recognize either of them, which was normal since they were human.

    They were dressed in the same dirty torn-up jeans and bulky coats. One was much older; they looked like father and son. They tried to appear menacing, and maybe they might have if I were just a little human woman, but I¡¯m not.

    ¡°You boys need something?¡± I asked casually as I rounded the front of my car, taking note of the young man¡¯s nervous twitches. It¡¯s a telltale sign of trouble, and these two were about to find out I was the only trouble in this parking lot.

    ¡°You the one they call Ravyn?¡± the old man asked as he followed a couple steps behind me.

    I stopped and smiled at the man over my shoulder. ¡°That¡¯s my name.¡± No sooner did the words leave my mouth than his fist was coming at my face. He was slow even for a human; I caught it before it got anywhere near my face. I would have had plenty of time to kill them both before they could react if the young man hadn''t had a gun.

    Three quick shots rang out behind me; three bullets penetrated my back. If that wasn''t bad enough, something large and sharp ripped through me, revealing itself just below my sternum, thankfully missing my heart.

    ¡°I got it, Pa! I killed me a vampire!¡± the young hillbilly exclaimed with pride.

    I, on the other hand, was pissed. That stupid fucker just called me a vampire and worse, tried to kill me with silver bullets and a fucking wooden stake!

    I doubled over howling in pain, twitching as I crumbled to my knees. I even sprinkled in some horrible gasping noises. My little act drew the two men next to my dying self.

    ¡°Is she dying, Pa? I thought they ¡¯splode or go to ash.¡±

    The young retard was so serious in his questions I couldn¡¯t stop myself from laughing. I had a good laugh as I rose to my feet. The men were truly stunned by my performance; they stood frozen in fear and confusion as I yanked the stake from my chest. Holding it like an Oscar, I finished my charming act.

    ¡°I¡¯d like to thank the Academy and all of my fans.¡± I looked from one man to the other as I accepted my award in my fake crying voice. Killing is more enjoyable when you mix in a little humor.

    Since the two believed I was a vampire, I gave them a vampire death. Ripping their throats out, I drank every last drop. My wounds healed almost immediately after my meal, which meant I would need a little help digging the bullets out, but my shirt and coat were ruined.

    Tossing my ruined coat in the passenger seat, I started the car. Its luscious purr made me smile as I pulled onto the street. I looked at the clock, 11:18 p.m. Time for that drink at the favorite demon watering hole in downtown Chicago, which happened to be owned by the one and only Devlin.

    He would get a kick out of my almost fatal encounter with the hillbilly vampire hunters. Maybe he knew something about them? Was he looking for me to warn me? Any information gained from Devlin was never free. Suddenly, I cringed at the thought of owing him a favor. Devlin always wanted sexual favors in return.

    As I rolled down Michigan Avenue, the aptly named DEVLIN¡¯S came into view. It was one of the shorter buildings on the posh street. It stood only seven stories tall, but you couldn¡¯t miss it. The rectangular building appeared to be made of black glass with white strobe running lights up each corner, similar to the lights on Luxor in Vegas. The large red neon DEVLIN¡¯S sign sat perched on the very top of the building.

    The turnoff led me directly into the building; the bottom three floors served as a parking garage, which happened to be valet only. Stopping next to the long black lacquer valet booth, I put the car in neutral, then dug my slim wallet and fresh pack of cigarettes out of my coat, pulling two fifties from the wallet before I stepped out of the car.

    A tall, husky black man wearing a black suit approached me immediately, followed by a slender woman wearing black jeans and a red shirt that read VALET in black lettering. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail, her red lips smiling at me as she eyed my car. I hated to admit it, but I was a regular here and knew the pair well enough to be friendly.

    ¡°Hey, Ravyn,¡± Lola greeted me as she handed me the valet ticket.

    ¡°Lola, take good care of my baby,¡± I said, slipping her a fifty dollar bill.

    ¡°You know it. Have fun.¡± She winked as she got into the car and drove into the parking garage.

    I turned my attention back to Butch, the security guard, who was now standing directly in front of me, which made me take a step back. I looked up to find him smiling with brows raised.

    ¡°What¡¯s up, Butch?¡± I greeted him as he eyed me.

    ¡°Rough day?¡± he asked. I looked down, realizing I had forgotten to remove my weapons. I had also forgotten about the holes decorating my shirt. I spun around slowly to show Butch just how rough my day had been. ¡°Hmm. Definitely a bad day. You here for Devlin?¡± His smooth, sweet voice hinted at concern.

    Turning back to him, I nodded. ¡°Official VDA business. Is he here?¡± I asked. VDA stands for Vatican Detective Agency. I even carried an identification badge in my wallet. Perks of the job.

    ¡°You know you can¡¯t go in the clubs with those weapons,¡± Butch reminded me.

    ¡°Yeah, tell Devlin to buzz me up. I¡¯ll leave them in his office until I leave.¡±

    Butch returned to the valet booth and picked up the phone. He spoke quietly as he informed Devlin I was here to see him. Butch hung up and escorted me to the large glass elevator behind the booth and hit the button. When the doors opened the song ¡°Elevator¡± by Krizz Kaliko thumped loudly. The song was programmed to loop constantly in the elevator, which seemed fitting for Devlin¡¯s clubs.

    Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

    ¡°Have a good night, Ravyn,¡± Butch said with a smile as I stepped in.

    The plush royal purple and silver colored carpet had a spiral design to it, which was pretty badass if you ask me.

    As the elevator passed each floor it revealed what entertainment each level held. Fourth floor was a sports bar, filled with TVs, pool tables, and dartboards. Fifth floor held the dance club, complete with a packed dance floor, circular bar, thumping music, and flashing lights. The sixth floor held a strip club, very clean and luxurious. Red velvet sofas, chaise lounges, and loveseats lined the room, along with a small top shelf bar, and of course the stage, complete with a brass pole.

    I passed by the clubs, heading to the seventh floor, which was Devlin¡¯s penthouse and office. There was no button for the seventh floor. The only way to get there was by security code, which had to be entered by Devlin¡¯s own fingers. Smart. Very smart.

    When the elevator stopped, Devlin was waiting, leaning against his front door wearing only jeans. I stepped out into the small corridor in front of his door, exhaling a loud sigh. Another smart move; kudos to Devlin.

    ¡°Ravyn, dear, I apologize for leaving you to drive yourself here, but business was calling.¡± He smiled; it was a very sexual smile.

    ¡°I need a hand and a shirt if you don¡¯t mind.¡± My tone was grumpy and impatient as I walked to his door.

    He opened it and followed me in. ¡°I see you found trouble.¡± He chuckled, fingering one of the holes in the back of my shirt before giving my ass a good smack. I let the ass smacking go since I was in need of some medical assistance.

    Devlin¡¯s house was all white with black accents here and there. It was also extremely modern, with swerving couches and curved tables. Nothing had a straight edge, not even the white walls. The fluorescent lights only magnified the astounding white, causing me to squint something terrible. It was a cool bachelor pad, but I could never live in such a place. It was far too bright for my sensitive eyes.

    ¡°My dear, I forget how the light bothers you.¡± It was something close to an apology, then the lights were off and the fireplace provided soft natural lighting in the open room. ¡°In my bedroom, dear. I¡¯ll have you fixed up in no time,¡± he assured me.

    ¡°Thanks.¡±

    I lay on Devlin¡¯s massive round bed with my weapons in a pile on his floor, along with my shirt. Devlin straddled the back of my thighs, making me sigh again.

    ¡°Try to relax. You¡¯re all tensed up,¡± he insisted as his finger poked at my back.

    ¡°I¡¯m trying,¡± I snapped as his finger pressed on one of the bullets lodged under my perfectly healed skin.

    ¡°Found one,¡± he said, chuckling. ¡°You do heal amazingly well for a half-breed, dear. Then again, you seem to be amazing at everything you do.¡±

    ¡°Ha! If I were that amazing you wouldn¡¯t be digging bullets out of me right now.¡± I felt the cool wet marker trace around the bullet.

    ¡°So hard on yourself.¡± Devlin finished tracing the other two, then got up. ¡°Don¡¯t go anywhere.¡±

    Like I was going anywhere anyway. I closed my eyes, wishing I could start this day over. If I could, I never would have gone to Vatican City. I would have been better off not knowing anything about it. I think? Oh, who was I trying to kid? I would have found out she was a target anyway. Damn it!

    Devlin came back just in time to hear me sigh again, and then again when he insisted on groping my ass, again! I was in no way scared of Devlin and should have been used to his hands all over my body by now, but my head was too full at the moment and that would not bode well for his sex games.

    ¡°Devlin, please. I¡¯m in no mood for your wandering hands right now,¡± I said, my voice too exhausted to be threatening.

    ¡°You sound like you could use the Devlin special, my dear,¡± he offered.

    His fingertips gently brushed along my side, instantly making me tense and shiver at the same time. I suddenly burst into laughter at his ridiculous comment. ¡°Is that what you¡¯re calling it these days?¡± I asked, trying to contain my laughter. ¡°What you should call it is the painfully sadistic pounding!¡±

    Devlin¡¯s sinfully charming smile returned as he leaned over to retrieve one of the small daggers tucked in my gun belt. ¡°You should try it again, my dear. You¡¯re the only one who has ever complained. Besides, your dissatisfaction holds my fascination,¡± he proclaimed in a somewhat deflated tone.

    ¡°Devlin, you know I have no interest in your penis, or any other penis for that matter. I did what I thought I had to do. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can get over your fascination.¡± I knew I was wasting my breath. The male body just doesn''t tickle my peach. But I was glad that our friendship didn''t suffer for it. He seemed to understand while always looking for a shot at redemption.

    Yes, I prefer women, but I have used my banging female body to get information. I learned quickly that fear works more miracles than sex, and playing my cards right with Devlin meant I would never suffer through the painfully rough sex again. I was about to start playing my cards when I heard his front door open.

    ¡°Devlin? Where are you?¡± Lilith¡¯s high-pitched voice sang into the bedroom.

    She was Devlin¡¯s prized hottie and live-in lover. Lilith was not a demon, but a goddess. Yes, a goddess. Picture the original blonde-haired, long-legged, large perky-breasted, golden tan-skinned Barbie. That was the spitting image of Lilith, only she had lavender eyes. Lilith was also a friend of mine, who happened to be a former lover. If demons have a bad sexual appetite, then for Lilith, it was like crack. She was always looking for it and always got it.

    ¡°In the bedroom, my love,¡± Devlin called to her.

    ¡°Is everything o¡­¡± Lilith stopped as she entered the room carrying a small medical box. ¡°Ravyn,¡± she purred breathlessly.

    ¡°Hello, Lilith,¡± I said while checking her out. She wore a white sleeveless dress, which hugged her body, stopping just below her backside, no panties and white thigh-high stilettos to match.

    ¡°What have you gotten yourself into now?¡± she said with concern, setting the medical box next to Devlin and giving him a tender kiss before sitting next to me. Her fingers slid through my hair.

    ¡°You know me, Lilith. Always drawn to the action,¡± I said. Devlin chuckled, no doubt at the double meaning.

    Lilith had nothing in return for my comment, for which I was thankful. Instead, she tugged at the pillow on which my head was resting and held out a different one to replace it.

    ¡°Here, use Devlin¡¯s pillow. I like mine too much to see it ruined.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Lilith,¡± I said as I switched pillows with her.

    ¡°You might want to let that baby demon out right about now,¡± Devlin teased, but also warning me of impending pain as he plucked the tools from the medical kit.

    ¡°Baby demon!¡± I scoffed at the most irritating of pet names he had given me. ¡°My demon may be a bit broken, but I am still a fucking badass. Even you have to admit that, Devlin,¡± I exclaimed my awesomeness proudly while letting my barely-there demon out. Lilith¡¯s high-pitched giggle agreed.

    Devlin replied with the cold, sharp steel of the knife coupled with a chuckle. The unexpected slicing of my skin made my body tense and my hands clutch Devlin¡¯s pillow, and my claws ripped right through it. I buried my face in the pillow while trying to grit and bear the pain.

    Yes, I feel pain, as do plenty of other demons, but it is a temporary pain due to my incredibly fast healing abilities, which most demons don¡¯t have. Devlin and Lilith were quiet as they worked in tandem to dig the bullets out before I could heal. After the first one was removed, I steadied my body and forced it to remain relaxed for the next two. I was successful, as were my two doctors. The procedure lasted a total of six minutes, seven if you include my healing.

    The two disappeared into the bathroom, so I pulled my ¡°baby demon¡± back in before they returned. Lilith sat on the bed and began wiping my back down with a wet towel, cleaning it of blood.

    ¡°There. All done,¡± she declared as Devlin approached with a tall metal trash can in hand. Lilith tossed in the bloody towel, where it joined the others.

    ¡°Ravyn, dear? Will you be keeping your shirt as a memento?¡± Devlin asked.

    I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to the pair and grabbed my ruined shirt, tossing it over my shoulder to Devlin. I gathered my weapons and covered myself with one arm, then grabbed Devlin¡¯s massacred pillow.

    ¡°Sorry about this,¡± I said, holding the pillow up.

    ¡°Hmm, I guess I should be grateful for your baby demon or I would be without a bed as well,¡± he snickered, leading the way back into the living room where he retrieved a new black tank top, adorned with Devlin''s name in red lettering across the chest.

    "Hey, how do you know Emma? I mean, you two looked rather acquainted,¡± I asked, pulling the shirt on.

    "You''ve been out of town for quite a long time, Ravyn. There are some things that have been brought to my attention while you were away. Things you''re not going to like. I think it would be good to have this discussion over a drink."

    I knew then that he had plenty of information for me, and it was probably about my new assignment.

    I asked, "Shall we get that drink then?"

    Devlin nodded before disappearing back into the bedroom, only to return a moment later wearing his own DEVLIN''S t-shirt, which fit snugly over his wide chest. I followed Lilith to the front door, laying my weapons on the entry table when Devlin''s large hands caught my waist and pulled me back against his warm, hard body.

    "Do not forget where you are tonight, my dear. I will not have you lose that temper of yours in my establishment,¡± he warned softly in my ear.

    I nodded, removing his hands from my body as I turned to look up into his eyes. My senses were now heightened with suspicion. Devlin had only reminded me to mind my manners one other time, and that was when my bounty was sitting at his bar.

    "I''ll behave, I promise. Did you know those men were waiting for me when you left Emma''s?" I asked. The surprise in his eyes revealed he had no clue what I was talking about.

    "Ravyn, dear, I would never leave a friend to enjoy a fight without me. I thought we were better friends than that." His tone carried a slight sadness.

    Giving him a smile, I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him out the door. "We are."

    With an arm draped around me and Lilith, Devlin''s calming allure rushed over me as we stepped into elevator. It was one of his amazing gifts. He also had the gift of humor. I was glad to have Devlin by my side on this night. It being Friday night, the odds of us having a quiet conversation were slim, but at least I was in good company.

    The elevator doors opened to the dance club. The music thumped rather loudly for my sensitive ears, although a non-demon establishment would have been much worse. Devlin smiled down at me before slowly leading us into the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea. A thick cloud of cigar and cigarette smoke enveloped us along with the smell of booze, sweat, fear, and perfume.

    We made our way to the always-reserved large circular booth tucked away in the corner furthest from the DJ booth and dance floor. It was Devlin''s official spot, where he could keep an eye on everything happening in his club. From there, you could see behind the half-moon bar, along with the entrance and dance floor. The only private place was the restroom, but Devlin was a smart business man and always cautious.

    The booths were crimson leather, the tables black lacquer. There was shiny black marble flooring that led to the beautiful black wood dance floor in the back. It was the bar that was the real eye-catcher though. It featured a black marble bar top and lighted red panels making up the lower half. Mirrors lined the wall behind the hundreds of bottles on the shelves, which also glowed crimson. It was easy on the eyes here in Devlin''s club.

    Remy, the regular and spectacular bartender, was serving as cocktail waitress tonight and rushed to our table as soon as we were seated. Her long wavy hair was a natural deep, dark red, which almost looked purple in the red lights of the club. She had pale, flawless skin and big bright green eyes. She was about the same height as me and as slender, though her assets were a bit bigger.

    Tonight Remy wore black leather shorts that barely covered her bottom and a green half tank top with DEVLIN''S across her chest in black lettering. The large ruby belly button ring looked great on her, as did the black lace choker with a ruby pendant. Remy was my most recent former lover.

    ¡°Hey Devlin, Lilith . . . Ravyn?¡± Remy''s soft raspy voice greeted us, but her eyes stayed fastened on me. "What can I getcha to drink?"

    "I''ll take the usual dear.¡± Devlin smiled softly.

    "Kettle One and cranberry for me please, sweetie,¡± Lilith said to Remy''s chest.

    Remy looked at me with an anxious smile and waited. "The usual,¡± I replied with a wink that made her smile widen before she walked away with a little extra sway in her hips.

    Devlin grinned at me while shaking his head. "She''s been asking about you quite a bit.¡±

    Lilith rolled her eyes at the comment, which I chose to ignore. "So tell us about your travels and what finally brings you back to us,¡± Lilith asked with excitement. She always loved to hear my stories.

    Remy came back with a bottle of Patron Silver for Devlin and a bottle of Jack Daniels for myself, along with two rounded tumbler glasses, and Lilith''s vodka and cranberry. We indulged in our drinks and smokes while I told them about my travels, then about my encounter with the vampire hunters outside of Emma''s shop.

    The two didn''t look as stunned as I would have. Instead, they looked uneasy about the situation. "You guys know about these crazy people?" I asked.

    Devlin leaned back in the booth as Lilith snuggled against him. "They have become an issue while you have been away,¡± he acknowledged before emptying his glass.

    "Vampire hunters? An issue? You mean they have been killing our kind, mistaking us for vampires?" I asked, trying to loop my mind around this ridiculousness.

    "They have been successful in killing several half-breeds in the area.¡± Devlin disclosed the disturbing news carefully.

    I was stunned. Even though I rarely made friends with half-breeds like myself, it hit too close to home. It was easier to kill half-breeds. Our hearts still pumped life through us, after all. Therein lies the connection with the vampire myth; a stake through the heart would definitely kill a half-breed. Full-bloods like Devlin and Nebiros, on the other hand, would laugh at a stake through their non-beating hearts.

    "Who?" I finally asked.

    "Ben, Skylar, and a few others you didn''t know." Devlin was solemn in his announcement.

    Ben and Skylar were married. They were our friends and good people who had law-abiding careers. Their downfall had been the curse of survival by blood.

    "Skylar was with child," Devlin said.

    I had to close my eyes and bite my anger back. Taking a deep breath, I felt a cool, soft hand cover mine. I didn''t have to open my eyes to know it was Remy who had cozied up next to me. I could feel the desire rolling off of her. Opening my eyes, I looked at Devlin.

    "I want any information that you have on these crazy fucks,¡± I said with an eerie calm.

    "I was hoping you would say that. I''d like to help you with this one," Devlin offered.

    That''s when I heard the DJ announce the request. "This one goes out to my girl, Kara!¡± The song ¡°Dance Without You¡± started up.

    I froze and noticed Devlin tensed at the same time. My eyes scanned the dance floor, but a crowd seemed to form a circle around it, blocking my view. Remy and Lilith left the table and headed to the dance floor as if they had been called to it. I glanced back at Devlin, who looked very nervous.

    "Devlin, is that my Kara on your dance floor?" I asked, clenching my teeth.

    He stood. "Ravyn, you promised me. Now go sit at the fucking bar and stay there,¡± he ordered and waited for me to grab my new seat at the bar.

 A World Without - Kara

    The world around me seemed to stop when Ravyn left. Everything felt cold and lifeless, the beauty of the world leaving with her. Nothing seemed to matter as the days turned into months and the months into years. I continued with the daily routine of my empty life for my mom, Emma. She left me to myself at first, understanding how hurt I was. After all, Mom was busy mourning the loss of her best friend, while I constantly waited for Ravyn to return. As the years passed, I went on with life, but the hole in my heart remained.

    I was almost sixteen when Ravyn disappeared after her mother was murdered. She had been my best friend since I was born, and I had never gone a single day without seeing her. We had a bond that seemed to run beyond simple friendship. We couldn¡¯t stand being apart. We went to school together, did homework together, shopped together, and ate together. We were inseparable.

    I could feel her presence when she was near. Even as I slept, I could feel the warm electrical buzz in the air. I found it soothing enough to sleep like a baby. When you lose someone so close to you, that you see so often and enjoy every second of your time together, I think it would be like losing your twin or your true love. You never feel the same. You never recover the half that is missing, no matter how much time passes.

    I never understood how, but Ravyn was always much faster and stronger than anyone I had ever known. She was different, like I was. Being a witch, it was hard to be myself around people. Ravyn never seemed to care. In fact, she embraced my strange powers, urging me to practice and grow. I was quite powerful for a young witch. Learning to control the elements was easy and natural for me. But over the years, I had learned to send my thoughts to her, which was very useful. I was incredibly good at annoying the crap out of her, too.

    Ravyn was always watching out for me and protecting me. She handed out more than a few beatings to those who overstepped my boundaries. When she left, the kids in school took notice that my protector was gone. As a consequence, my remaining years were brutal and lonely.

    Ravyn was the light of my life. The happiness she brought me was undeniable. Being next to her made me feel safe and warm, like a warm blanket on an autumn day. I was young then; even so, it was very hard not to be attracted to Ravyn. The way her eyes stared straight into my soul. Her strong, yet gentle touch made me want to beg for more, and her undeniable sexiness was maddening at times.

    I always had a bit of a crush on her. Even though I never would have done anything further than crush, I enjoyed our frequent flirtatious moments. I can¡¯t say whether she felt the same, but I often found her eyes subtly roaming over my body. Everything about her made my heart flutter in a way no one else had. I missed that feeling, but more than that, I missed the comfort of being myself, and our unconditional friendship.

    Six years to the day now, and I was not about to sit at home and mope, though my hopes of Ravyn returning burned as bright as the day she left. I found myself wondering more and more if she was still alive. Today, I was drowning in the loss of my friend as I dressed for a night of much-needed distractions.

    Matt stood on the front porch, handsome as ever, smiling at me. His short, dirty blond hair was always perfect, just like the rest of him. A white t-shirt fit snugly against his perfectly chiseled chest and abs. His eyes were the strangest color, almost a burnt orange. He was quite a bit older than me, in his early thirties and a perfect gentleman. A regular customer at my mom¡¯s little Wicca shop, always in there more for conversation it seemed, but he always bought something anyway. Matt was nice enough. He asked me to date him more than a few times, but I always refused, insisting that we just hang out as friends.

    After Ravyn left, I didn¡¯t want to get close to anyone. It didn¡¯t matter if you were looking for friendship, love or just sex, I didn¡¯t want any of it. I was still grieving the loss of Ravyn after six years. Though my life had taken a dangerous turn into extreme loneliness, there was no way anyone else was breaking my heart, no matter what.

    Tonight, Matt was tugging on that loneliness with his good manners and extreme sexiness. Tired of thinking about Ravyn, I was ready to have fun. He greeted me with compliments, then opened the car door for me before driving cautiously to our regular club. I admit my life had gotten a bit out of control when I turned twenty-one but whose hasn''t at that age? That''s my excuse, and I''m sticking to it.

    "You seem a little distracted tonight. Is everything all right?" Matt asked as we pulled into the parking garage of the club.

    "Just ready to dance and have a drink.¡± I smiled, ready to clear Ravyn from my mind.

    "That''s what we''re here for.¡± He winked as he stopped in front of the valet desk.

    Remy greeted us with a smile as we grabbed a seat at the bar.

    ¡°Hey, Remy. How you doing?"

    Remy was freaking gorgeous; she was also super sweet in a no bullshit kind of way. I considered her to be my only real friend since Ravyn left. The look of concern that she quickly flashed me told me she remembered what day it was. Remy knew the story of Ravyn, and I was thankful to have someone to talk to about it.

    "I''m good. How are you today?" Remy replied from behind the bar as she made my usual margarita on the rocks.

    "Ready for that drink,¡± I answered quickly, divulging how great my day had been.

    Remy set the margarita in front of me then retrieved a bottle of Heineken for Matt, nodding to him before she stepped out from behind the bar to give me a hug. I felt like crying. Some days, she felt so similar to Ravyn it broke my heart. Today was one of those days. Gently pushing her away, I grabbed my drink and headed to the dance floor.

    It was only nine so the place was still nearly empty and I had the dance floor all to myself, which was just fine with me. Dancing by yourself never lasts as long as you would like. Sadly, I had only been dancing for roughly ten minutes when a pair of large hands wrapped around my waist. I knew by the calming rush of air that seemed to swirl around me that it was Devlin. He was the owner of the club and incredibly hot.

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    "Having a bad day, dear?" His English accent hinted at his concern.

    He was way taller than me, which made him an awkward dance partner, but the comfort he provided was intoxicating tonight. Leaning back against his muscular body, we swayed slowly to the music. I didn''t need to answer his question. He always seemed to know what was happening in my life.

    After a few minutes of silence, Devlin said, "Is he treating you well, dear?"

    He always kept a watchful eye on Matt when we were here. I normally would give a light chuckle at his question, but I couldn''t even muster that.

    "He always does. Only because he wants something from me though," I finally admitted, feeling his chest rise and fall with silent chuckles.

    "You cannot blame him. Many of us would love to get a taste of this,¡± he said, sliding his hands tenderly up my sides. I squirmed away and turned to face him with a look of disappointment as he held his hands up in surrender.

    "My apologies. I only want you to be aware of the facts, my dear. Some eventually take what they want, and I am afraid I do not trust his patience," Devlin explained as he closed the distance again, tucking my hair behind my ears to clearly see my face. "Please allow me to drive you home tonight?"

    "I''ll think about it Devlin. Thank you,¡± I replied cautiously.

    "That is all that I ask. I must leave for a bit. Stay put. Drinks are on me tonight so enjoy yourself. And Kara, she will return for you one day,¡± he stated, so matter-of-fact like.

    It had me taken aback for a minute. Before I could ask what the hell he meant, he was gone. Now, I know that would have been a strange conversation for most people, but it was honest and that''s why when I turned twenty-one, Devlin''s club became my regular hang out spot. I felt safe here. I think most of the workers and clientele were not quite human. They all felt very similar to Ravyn. Being a witch makes it harder to have friends, but the people here didn''t seem to care how different you were. They were all different.

    One of my many talents is being able to ¡°feel¡± powers from others when I am near them. It¡¯s kind of like a sixth sense. The best way I can describe it is a slight vibration or pulse in the air. A large majority of the people who came to Devlin''s had this power. At times, it could be a little overwhelming with so many in one room, the air being a constant buzz on busy nights. A lot of alcohol relaxes my senses, easing the feel, so the more I drink, the less I feel it. Thank you, tequila!

    I have never asked or cared to know what made these people so different. I always thought if I brought it up, I would be kicked out. Not to mention they would know how different I was. I didn''t want to ruin my safe, fun place.

    I will tell you that Devlin and Matt caused the air to pulse, which I thought meant that they were very powerful. Remy set off tiny vibrations, while Lilith caused a pleasurable buzz. I had no idea what that meant, but she was the only one who caused that sensation.

    Ravyn''s buzz was similar to Lilith¡¯s, but Ravyn''s was more of a tingly electric shock that felt amazing as it danced under my skin. Enough about Ravyn! Anyway, I sometimes wondered if I caused the same shift in the air, but some secrets are best kept.

    The night went on with plenty of dancing, drinking, and thanks to Lilith, I soon began to laugh and have fun, burying Ravyn in the deepest, darkest corner of my mind. Dancing was a workout that I was grateful to enjoy, though it was tricky containing the sexual tug around such beautiful people when dancing so close. I was on the verge of being fall-down drunk, and Matt was taking full advantage, groping, grabbing, and kissing me freely.

    Lilith had disappeared into the crowd long ago and never returned to the dance floor. Later, I caught a glimpse of her and Devlin sitting at his always-reserved table, which I found out long ago meant do not disturb unless invited.

    The air seemed to change when they returned. Everything seemed to pulse in one cohesive beat, like a strong heartbeat. I was so drunk that I couldn''t be sure if it was my head pounding or my own heart racing. Though I desperately wanted a distraction or some understanding of this new pulsing, I knew better than to interrupt, so I had to fend Matt off myself.

    Taking a break from the dance floor, I fell into the booth where thankfully Remy joined me, letting me escape Matt for a few minutes.

    "You doing okay, girl?" she asked.

    "I''m just taking a break from Matt,¡± I groaned, holding my head in my hands.

    "He seems overly touchy feely tonight. You want me to tell him to back the fuck off?" Remy offered with a wicked grin.

    ¡°No, I just need to get my head on straight. Is someone with Devlin and Lilith?" I tried hard to focus on Remy as I slurred.

    "Yep. I''m sure you''ll see her later, she''s a hottie. But they''re discussing business right now, so don''t interrupt,¡± she warned firmly, while taking in my current condition. I could barely make out one Remy sitting across from me.

    "I''m cutting you off, Kara,¡± she finally said.

    "WHAT!" I nearly jumped across the table at her. I couldn''t believe she was doing this, especially now with the super pulse and Matt being so damn... Matt! "You can''t be serious Remy. Come on, just one more?¡± I begged drunkenly.

    "Don''t move,¡± she said before disappearing into the crowd.

    I looked around, trying to find Matt, who I oddly didn''t miss. There he was dancing with two barely-clothed women who looked like skanky models. I couldn''t stop my loud sigh of relief at the sight. It was the break I desperately needed.

    Remy returned with a cup of coffee as my eyes were closing.

    "Kara!" Remy almost shouted in my ear, causing me to snap awake. "Devlin will not be happy if you pass out in here again. So snap out of it and drink your coffee. It''s my special blend." She wrapped my hands around the hot cup, giving me a warm smile.

    The overwhelming emotional drunk poured out of me rather suddenly. "I''m so sorry, Remy. You always take care of me and I just¡­ I¡­ I¡¯m so sad. And so lost. You remind me of her, you know? I would give anything to have her back." Tears flowed down my cheeks like unstoppable rivers as my loneliness got the best of me.

    "Hey, it''s okay. She''ll come back to you. I''m sure of it. But you have to be strong and not drunk. I have to get back. You drink this and when you¡¯re ready, we''ll do our number. You''ll feel better, and I need some better tips." Remy winked before she scooted off back to work.

    The pungent aroma of the coffee told me it had been charmed magically. I wasn¡¯t ready to sober up, but the thought of making Devlin mad pushed me to drink the hot coffee faster than I should have. Almost instantly the effects of the alcohol began to fade, and the huge, tingly pulsating buzz in the air assaulted my senses.

    I sat there searching the crowd for Ravyn, recalling Remy and Devlin¡¯s certainty that I would see her again. It was unusual for them to be so positive about it. My focus soon shifted to Devlin¡¯s table. I wondered who this stranger was as I tried to catch a glimpse of her.

    When all attempts failed, I gave up and headed back out to the dance floor. I figured now was as good a time as any to help Remy get those tips. I requested our song and cleared the dance floor. As soon as the DJ announced my name, the tingly buzz shifted into a raging pulse.

    I ignored it the best I could as Matt, Lilith, and Remy joined me on the dance floor, and we began our seductive number. Getting lost in the dance, I moved unconsciously to the rhythm of the music.

    When Devlin unexpectedly appeared on the dance floor and beckoned me to him, I left Matt¡¯s embrace without hesitation. Our bodies immediately fell into a slow sensual rhythm as he held me against him, his head almost resting on my shoulder as he bent over, his lips grazing my ear as he began to whisper.

    ¡°A gift for you, my dear,¡± he said while he turned our swaying bodies, lifting my chin.

    I followed his eyes to the bar. Everything within me stopped for a brief moment when she came into view. Regaining my footing, I exhaled in disbelief, breathing her name as if reminding myself this wasn¡¯t just another dream. Relief, joy, and utter excitement took over as I ran to my long lost Ravyn.

 Partial Truths - Ravyn

    Chapter Four

    Partial Truths

    Ravyn

    Devlin parted the crowd as he moved to the dance floor. This time, it stayed parted, giving me a clear view. My once-innocent Kara didn¡¯t look so innocent anymore. Wearing short khaki shorts, a white tank top, white belt and white two-inch strappy heels, she looked out of place yet amazingly sexy. Her honey-blonde hair was still long and wavy, and her tan skin glistened under the flashing lights. Though Kara was quite skinny now, she still held every ounce of my fascination.

    She danced a very sensual number with Remy, Lilith, and a man, Dagan, who was one of the oldest full-blooded demons among my kind. They danced to the song as if they had performed it a hundred times. I wondered if they performed this sexy number every night here while I was away.

    Kara swayed to the beat with an attitude I could only describe as sexually confident. Watching as she ground her hips against Dagan, I could not contain the growl that rumbled deep in my chest. The sudden need to rip Dagan''s throat out was overpowering my senses and would have come to fruition if not for Devlin and Remy hearing my growl.

    Devlin glared at me before stepping onto the dance floor, beckoning Kara to him. She immediately strutted over and started dancing with him. Remy did her own little sexy dance, closing the distance between the two of us, stopping as she stood between my legs.

    ¡°Calm yourself, lover,¡± she urged with a light kiss. "I''m glad you¡¯re back,¡± she whispered against my ear before getting back to work.

    I cared little about Remy¡¯s whispers of love in my ear. All of my senses were focused on my long lost Kara. I took note of how carefully Devlin moved with her. He was gentle with her, caring as if he had a brotherly love for her. Devlin whispered something in Kara''s ear while turning her to face me. When her blue eyes found mine, she visibly missed a beat in her rhythmic dancing.

    My heart stopped, as did the world around me. The noise around me silenced and in that moment, she was the only thing capturing my vision. Staring into her eyes made everything go away, as if she had been painted onto a black canvas devoid of any further useless distractions; she was the life of the painting.

    My heart raced to life, bringing the world roaring back with a thunderous cacophony. Kara stepped away from Devlin before pausing tentatively.

    ¡°Ravyn?¡± she breathed in barely a whisper, then sprinted toward me, yelling my name in relief and excitement.

    Unable to stop the smile that claimed my lips, I rose to my feet to greet my long lost friend with open arms. She jumped into my arms, wrapping herself around me, squeezing as if I would suddenly disappear again. Her skin was warm and damp with sweat. Her familiar alluring scent of fresh baked sugar cookies encouraged me to inhale deeply.

    After a long minute, she unwrapped her legs and slid to her feet, her hands clutching the sides of my shirt, still unwilling to let me go. Glancing over her shoulder, I found Devlin, Lilith, and Dagan staring at us nervously. Focusing on Kara again, I smiled and brushed the stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

    ¡°Hi,¡± I said stupidly, not knowing what else to say.

    She returned the smile, though a nervous worry remained in her eyes. ¡°Hi,¡± she replied.

    Being near Kara was like coming home. You know you belong there in its comforting, welcoming embrace. You just love it for what it is. That is Kara in a nutshell.

    Comfort, sadly, was not enough to bury the questions thundering through my mind at the moment, two in particular. One, what the fuck was she doing with Dagan? Two, how long had she been a regular at Devlin''s demon establishment?

    Yes, humans came to have a good time, but it wasn¡¯t a safe place to be. Demons often feed on the human clientele. Then there were my other concerns. I had just blown my cover, so step one in my plan just went to shit! New plan. Think, Ravyn, think!

    Dagan swiftly stepped forward, slipping his hand around Kara''s waist and pulling her against him. "Who''s your friend, love?" he said.

    Love? You know who I am you stupid fuck!

    "Oh, Matt. This is Ravyn. We grew up together,¡± she replied somewhat nervously.

    I glared at Matt, aka Dagan, as he proffered his hand, which I declined. Instead, I opted to sit and light a smoke, trying to contain the demon within, which was currently begging to be set free and rip Dagan''s fucking head off.

    Kara looked up at Matt while giving me a sideways glance and to my surprise said, "Can you give me a minute so I can talk to Ravyn?"

    He hesitated, glaring at me before nodding and disappearing into the crowd. My new plan had been conceived in that moment; never let Kara out of my sight again. Shitty plan number two was about to go into action.

    "I was just getting ready to go. You need a lift home?" I asked as I motioned Devlin over.

    ¡°Yes! Um¡­ I mean, yes please.¡± She tried to contain her excitement.

    When Devlin approached Kara turned, scowling at him. ¡°You knew and you didn¡¯t tell me!¡±

    ¡°Surprises are meant to surprise, my dear,¡± he replied with a slight bow.

    ¡°Definitely surprised! Honestly, more like in shock,¡± she agreed, hugging me again.

    ¡°Devlin, I need to grab my things if you don¡¯t mind?¡± I reminded him.

    ¡°Ah, of course.¡± He smiled and led the way.

    When I noticed Kara not following us, I grabbed her hand, pulling her along.

    ¡°I need to tell Matt I¡¯m leaving,¡± she said, worrying as we stepped onto the elevator.

    Looking at her, I shook my head and said, ¡°He¡¯ll figure it out,¡± with a wink.

    When the elevator began to head up, she gave Devlin an odd look. In return, he motioned for her to keep his secret quiet, getting a smile and a nod in agreement. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Kara was shocked to see Remy standing by the open door talking to Lilith, looking quite upset.

    ¡°Remy? What¡¯s wrong?¡± Kara said as she stepped toward her.

    ¡°Nothing, just some asshole customer. I was just venting to Lilith,¡± Remy replied as she stared at me.

    ¡°Oh, Remy, this is Ravyn. Ravyn, Remy.¡± Kara introduced us with a huge smile, unaware we were very well acquainted.

    ¡°We know each other, Kara.¡± I broke the news.

    Kara glared at Remy. ¡°You know her?¡± she asked angrily.

    ¡°Yes. Please let me explain, Kara,¡± Remy pleaded.

    ¡°You all know Ravyn, don¡¯t you?¡± she accused as she put the pieces together.

    With a smile, I confirmed her questions. ¡°Let¡¯s go, Kara. This is not the place to have this discussion.¡±

    ¡°I thought you guys were my friends! Unbelievable!¡± Kara fumed as she stomped back to the elevator.

    ¡°Kara, please! I didn¡¯t want to hurt you,¡± Remy said, begging Kara to understand.

    ¡°She¡¯ll come around. Don¡¯t worry,¡± I tried to assure Remy.

    She looked at me like she wanted to kill me. Instead she turned, disappearing into Devlin¡¯s place only to return with my gun belt, shoving it against my chest. ¡°Fuck you, Ravyn! This is all your fucking fault! All you do is hurt the people around you!¡± Remy shouted as Devlin chuckled behind her.

    Returning to the elevator, guns in hand, Kara scowled at me.

    ¡°I hope you''re going to explain that too!¡±

    ¡°Of course,¡± I replied. Silence took over on the ride down and remained until Lola returned with my car.

    Kara eyed my Ferrari, then cautiously eyed me. "This is yours?" Her bewildered expression did little to hide her concern.

    "Don''t worry, it''s not stolen," I assured her as I ushered her to the passenger door, opening it for her. Old habits die hard, I guess.

    We sat in silence as the music played softly. I could tell she was trying to figure out what to ask first. I really just wanted her to just keep quiet, but I knew Kara couldn''t stay silent for long.

    "Well, are you going to explain?¡± The anger and sadness rolled off of her in waves.

    ¡°Where should I start?¡± I asked with a grin, trying to soften her mood.

    She reached over, tapping the holstered guns in my lap. ¡°These, the car? Where the hell you¡¯ve been? And why you left, would be a good start.¡± Her voice softened with sadness as she finished.

    ¡°I¡¯m a detective. I travel the world and make a very good living doing so. Hence, the guns and the car.¡±

    ¡°What kind of detective makes this kind of money?¡±

    ¡°Very good ones,¡± I said with a wink.

    She considered it for a moment, adjusting herself in the seat next to me so she could see me without turning her head. ¡°Uh huh. Okay, how long have you been a detective?¡±

    ¡°Five years. I have also known your friends for almost six years.¡± My announcement had her dumbfounded as she silently thought it over for a few moments.

    ¡°Six years? Is that why you left? Why haven¡¯t I seen you at the club before?¡±

    ¡°I left because my mother was murdered, Kara. Because I was too angry to be around anyone. At the time, if I had stayed, I¡¯m afraid I would have hurt you and Emma, and not just emotionally.¡± I admitted a partial truth.

    ¡°But you would never hurt me,¡± she almost pleaded.

    ¡°At the time, I would have. I would have hated myself, but I would have hurt you anyway. I left to keep you safe.¡± My words seemed to strike at her very core.

    "You should have said goodbye. We''ve been so worried about you,¡± Kara said softly.

    "I can take care of myself,¡± I reminded her.

    "Duh, but some of us didn''t have it so easy when you left. I caught a ton of grief in school when people noticed you weren''t coming back,¡± she replied acidly.

    Again, I was struck by her pain and quickly changed the subject. "Are you dating this Matt?"

    ¡°Oh my God, no! He''s just a friend, Ravyn." She giggled as she eyed me. "Why? Are you jealous?" she teased.

    I had to admit I was a bit jealous, but she didn''t need to know. "I have no reason to be jealous. You left with me, didn''t you?" I gave her a sideways grin.

    When her eyes found mine her heart fluttered loudly. "I did,¡± she whispered as her hand wrapped around mine. "You''re colder than I remember." She smiled. ¡°I can¡¯t believe you¡¯re really here. You know, I often wondered if you were even alive.¡±

    ¡°Here I am, alive and well, so you need not worry anymore,¡± I assured her.

    ¡°So you¡¯re not going to disappear again?¡±

    ¡°No, I¡¯m afraid you will be stuck with me for a while,¡± I joked, making her smile widen.

    We rested into a comfortable silence as we drew closer to our destination; her hands stayed on my free one. Her fingers lightly glided over every inch of my fingers and palm, like she was trying to memorize every detail. Her warmth spread through my hand and up my arm, and her sweet scent filled the car, while her gentle heartbeat played like a relaxing symphony, fluttering wildly every time I moved my fingers against hers.

    It was a moment I relished, a moment I wished could last a lifetime. But if life had taught me anything, it¡¯s that great moments never last. As I pulled onto her street, I could feel the trouble stirring in the air, thanks to Nebiros and one of his many abilities. He was able to send his feelings out like little feelers and as long as I was close, I could feel what he was broadcasting. He was currently furious, his anger sprinkled with a hint of worry.

    Looking at Kara, I wrapped my fingers around her hand and hit the button to roll up the dark tinted window on her side. ¡°I need you to listen carefully,¡± I said calmly as I watched the smile fade from her lips.

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    ¡°Okay.¡±

    ¡°When we stop, you need to stay calm and trust that everything will be fine,¡± I instructed.

    ¡°Why wouldn¡¯t I? Is something wrong?¡± she asked.

    ¡°Everything will be fine. I need you to focus on me. When I stop, you need to lean toward me. When you do, reach behind my seat and slowly take the item and hand it to me. Stay leaning toward me. Do you understand?¡± Panic and fear began to bubble within her, but she nodded.

    ¡°What¡¯s happening, Ravyn?¡± she asked, worried.

    ¡°Nothing I can¡¯t handle.¡± I smiled, doing my best to calm her.

    When I parked on the street in front of the small white ranch house, her panic filled the air in the car. Kara¡¯s eyes widened at the sight of the seven men guarding the front of the home and holding Emma hostage. They also had Nebiros.

    Nebiros, my dear friend and mentor, looked like a Roman god. At six feet six inches and two hundred twenty-four pounds of solid muscle, he was spectacular. His short, sandy blond hair lay in a composed spiky mess; he had round grey eyes and a sculpted face that held his beauty in perfect proportion. His black jeans and snug white t-shirt revealed every sinew of muscle. If I had been attracted to the male species, I would have been in trouble living with Nebiros. Thankfully, he was more like a brother to me.

    He was also much more powerful than me, which had me a little pissed off at his lack of fight against these half-breeds. Why the hell had he let this happen? Half-breeds are an easy kill. They are typically slower, weaker, and they have a beating heart.

    Nebiros wanted this; it was clear as day as his feeling of pride washed over me. I wanted to drive off and leave Nebiros to fix this problem on his own. I had no doubt he would easily make it out alive. But it was too late; Nebiros had made the decision for me. All I could do now was what I do best.

    Kara freaked as the scene came into view. She scrambled for the door handle, clawing at it trying to get out. Grabbing her arm, I jerked her away from the door handle, causing her to freeze.

    ¡°Kara, stop!" I ordered firmly. The jolt of my force shocked her, and the familiar look of fear filled her eyes. Her heart pounded frantically, reverberating through her body.

    "Kara, you used to trust me long ago. I need you to trust me again. I promise your mom will be just fine, but you must do as I told you," I pleaded with her, all the while hating the fear I had caused.

    Slowly she leaned in close, her lips almost touching mine as she reached behind the seat. "Good. I used to be pretty fast and strong, remember?" I asked with a smile as my hands worked my gun belt around my waist. She nodded and wiped her tears away. "You will hate me after this, but Emma will be safe and so will you,¡± I informed her as she passed me the shoulder harness equipped with two sheathed, twelve-inch curved daggers.

    I carefully slid the harness on, letting the daggers rest at my sides. The soft leather handles angled down toward my belly button as they rested just below my breasts. The snug fit of the harness brought a feeling of instant comfort.

    Ravyn? Kara¡¯s worry entered silently into my mind.

    Smiling at the long lost communication, I tucked her hair behind her ears. ¡°Stay here,¡± I ordered as I kissed her forehead softly before stepping out of the car.

    Glancing at the men, I noted their positions. ¡°I don¡¯t recognize any of you. Not from around here?¡± I spoke loudly so all the men, well, half-breeds, could hear me as I walked around the car, coming to a stop at the sidewalk.

    ¡°Nope. Here to collect the bounty sitting in your car,¡± the man on the stairs replied, his deep voice booming.

    Just found the leader. Thanks dumbass. ¡°You must be from down south,¡± I said, smirking.

    ¡°That¡¯s right. Jacksonville, Florida,¡± he replied proudly.

    ¡°Nice down there?¡± I asked, acting interested.

    ¡°Yeah, better than this shit hole,¡± he chuckled, slowly resting his hand on the large Bowie knife strapped to his belt.

    "This just happens to be my shit hole, boys. You southern fucks are all the same.¡± I smiled devilishly as I glanced back to see Kara watching intently.

    What I was about to do would change what was left of our friendship forever. She would never look at me the same way; never have a kind word or soft touch. She would always fear me. Watching the tears spill down her cheeks, I couldn¡¯t stall any longer. Fuck it! This line of thinking had gotten me through many tough moments in life.

    Letting out a growl of anticipation, I turned suddenly and charged at the men. Running full force at the two men in front of the stairs, they stepped forward to meet me. Dropping to my knees, I pulled my two curved daggers as I slid through the soft grass between the two, slicing their thighs as I passed.

    They howled in pain and fell to their knees. In mid-slide I braced my left leg in front of me as the leader prepared to strike; my foot caught the bottom stair, momentum and strength pushing me up. Slashing a dagger through the leader¡¯s chest as I popped into the air, I spun my body around to face the men on their knees. I brought my daggers down into their backs, directly through their hearts, landing perfectly on my feet in one smooth motion.

    The warm blood splattering across my arms, face and chest made me yearn for more as the remaining four attacked. Even with my ¡°baby demon¡± still trapped in its cage, they were no match for me, and for the lack of fight their deaths were merciless. I stood motionless on the grassy knoll of beautifully maintained lawn, surrounded by mangled bodies. I couldn''t stop the satisfied grin that claimed my lips.

    Brutal? Yes, I am. I never claimed to be anything less. I enjoy the kill, the sheer terror in my victim¡¯s eyes, the warmth of their blood on my skin. Killing cures my anger and calms me, much like feeding from a human does, though unlike feeding, killing is a drug. The more I kill, the more I crave it.

    Letting the calm satisfaction of the kill course through my veins, I abruptly remembered I had an audience. Kara was half in and half out of the car sobbing in horror, while Emma looked utterly shocked and Nebiros nodded proudly. Ignoring Kara, I cut Nebiros and Emma free. She immediately ran to Kara, collapsing by her side, embracing her daughter, trying desperately to calm her.

    Turning my attention back to Nebiros, I shook my head. "You could have handled this with ease, why didn''t you fight? Why did you make me do this in front of them?"

    Placing his hand on my shoulder, he squeezed tenderly. "They needed to understand the dangers."

    "Not like this, Nebiros. This was not the way,¡± I growled angrily, pushing the body off the stairs with my foot before sitting on the top stair.

    "Do not be angry at me, sister. Soon you will understand my intentions this night, and you will thank me,¡± he insisted softly.

    "She will hate me. She will always fear me, Nebiros,¡± I replied. I could already feel her fear and sadness, like tiny shockwaves.

    ¡°She should fear you, should she not? You are as dangerous as those hunting her,¡± he stated.

    I could only nod in agreement. I had left because I feared I would hurt her. Though I had more control over my thirst and power, she was still at risk around me.

    Nebiros stepped off the porch and crouched in front of me. "You are angry with me, yes?"

    "Very."

    "Perhaps we should leave her fate to the Gods? I will not fight with you over this girl,¡± he said sternly.

    ¡°You have never steered me wrong, Nebiros. I trust you have a good reason for your actions here tonight. I just wasn''t expecting her to find out so soon,¡± I said, in my own way of apologizing for my anger toward him.

    Nebiros smiled. "Truth is meant to be told, not disguised, sister. She is still unaware of your demon origins, but that is not my secret to tell. Now, she knows how dangerous you can be. She also knows you can and will always protect her. She knows this without a doubt now." He stood with a nod, revealing his reasons for his actions.

    "Take them home. I''ll clean this mess,¡± I ordered as I lit a cigarette.

    I sat staring at the blood on my hands while Nebiros tried to coax Emma and Kara into his SUV. Kara was putting up a hell of a fight. She finally broke free of her mother¡¯s grasp and rushed to the porch, freezing midstride at the sight of blood on the stairs, or maybe it was the blood on me.

    "Ravyn?" she whispered shakily.

    "He is my friend, you will be safe with him. You must go now, Kara,¡± I said, refusing to look at her, unwilling to see the fear or hatred in her eyes.

    "Why aren''t you coming? Where is he taking us?" Her voice was thick with the two emotions I didn''t want to see in her eyes.

    "A very safe place, Kara. I will join you soon enough. Now go,¡± I said sternly. She began to back away, then paused.

    "Safe from what? Who were these people, and why did they have my mom?" Kara asked desperately.

    "From more men like this. I told you once I would always protect you. Do you think it¡¯s a coincidence I show up on the same day men like these do?" I revealed yet another partial truth.

    ¡°What are you talking about, Ravyn?"

    I leapt from the stairs to stand in front of her a little too quickly, causing her to flinch. "You will have your answers when you are safe. Now please go with Nebiros,¡± I urged.

    She slowly moved back to the SUV in defeat. She stopped with her hand on the handle. Will I see you again?

    Her thoughts entered my mind. "You will." I looked up, meeting her eyes.

    "You will answer all of my questions?"

    "Those that can be answered, yes."

    Promise me, Ravyn, her thoughts begged.

    "Promises mean nothing, Kara. You of all people should know this,¡± I reminded her coldly. With that, she got into the SUV and disappeared into the night. I had broken many of the promises I made to Kara long ago. Why she thought my promise would mean anything, I had no idea.

    Feeling rather deflated I took my damn sweet time gathering the bodies, piling them in Emma''s back yard. Luckily, Emma had a bottle of lighter fluid sitting by her grill. Grabbing it, I dowsed the bodies. Tossing the empty jug into the pile, I lit the fire.

    Looking at the small willow tree in the empty lot next to Emma''s, the loss of my mother cut deeply. "You made me what I am," I stated angrily, as if she were standing there judging my actions.

    I locked my emotions down as I returned to the front porch. Finding the garden hose, I turned the water on and washed away the blood on the stairs before turning it to my arms and face. It felt good on my still-cool skin, so I bent over and held the hose over my head, letting the water cascade through my hair and down my neck. After cleaning my weapons and tucking them safely away, I got in my car.

    The sun would be up soon. I was emotionally drained but still had business to tend to before I could rest. It was only three forty-five in the morning so Devlin''s would just be revving up with demon activities. There was one in particular I hoped to run into, especially after such a disappointing fight.

    ***

    The atmosphere at Devlin''s club changed drastically after the official closing hour of three-thirty a.m. The red lighting remained on while the normal yellow and soft white lights were shut off, and the DJ replaced the dance music with dark seductive melodies.

    The human clientele dispersed obediently. Those who were invited to remain would end up as unfortunate sex toys before becoming dinner. We demons are not shy about our bodies or discreet in our sexual activities. Most will take it where and when they can get it. I try to have more restraint than most, but I have failed on several occasions.

    I stood in the dark entryway scanning the room for those with whom I had business. The scent of sex and blood was alluring, but the sight of a certain man only agitated my current mood. I glanced over to see Devlin was currently busy giving Lilith what she wanted in their corner booth while he fed from a young woman''s wrist. It was a scene that played out in several booths.

    Returning my focus to the man, I strode toward the occupied booth next to the dance floor. Dagan was too busy enjoying the young woman''s oral performance while feeding from another woman sitting next to him. With a grin, I grabbed a fistful of the woman''s platinum blonde hair while she was mid-bob and yanked her to her feet. Glancing at Dagan''s large member I shoved the woman in the empty seat across from him.

    "Dagan. I thought your interest lay with Kara. She''ll be so disappointed,¡± I said with my usual calm, cold demeanor. I had achieved my goal of pissing him off

    Dagan discarded the woman he was feeding on like a rag doll. She leaned dazed in the corner of the booth. ¡°Ravyn," he said, his hoarse voice sounding like a warning. "Your manners are still nonexistent, I see. Why are you interrupting my pleasant night?" He tucked himself back into his jeans as I calmed the platinum blonde with my pleasurable touch against her arm.

    "What is your business with Kara?"

    He leaned against the table, laughing at my question as he closed the gap between us. It was a statement in itself; he showed no fear of my presence. Dagan was very old and extremely powerful. Foolishly, I had never feared anyone, and I wasn''t about to start now.

    "My business is none of your concern,¡± he replied in a long, drawn-out breath.

    "Oh, but it is. Kara is under my protection. You will cease any further contact with her. You will stay far away from her, and you will keep your cronies away from her,¡± I warned.

    Shaking his head his laughter grew loud, bellowing over the soft music. Suddenly his smile dropped to a serious scowl, and his eyes pierced mine. "You have no authority over me, baby demon. I would choose your words carefully from here on. My patience wears very thin with your intolerable arrogance. Now take your threat elsewhere." He shooed me away, eyeing me as he leaned back.

    Baby fucking demon! Fucking ancient demons and their invincible attitude! "I''m not finished!" I shouted, slamming my hands onto the table, breaking it as I stood. "If I hear that you have attempted to seek her out, even tried to call her, I will end your long, miserable existence!" I threatened loudly.

    I had just caught a glimpse of movement before he was on me; well, throwing me across the bar. I crashed into the array of bottles behind the bar before hitting the floor. Son of a bitch, he was fast. Oh, how I loved a good fight.

    Standing, I brushed the broken glass from my hair and shoulder with a wicked smile. Dagan stood in the middle of the dance floor waiting for me to attack. Devlin quickly stepped between us, yelling at us to stop.

    "Dagan, loser pays for all the damages?" I bargained, getting a happy smile in return.

    ¡°Absolutely,¡± he agreed.

    Ready for a brawl, I hopped over the bar top, a low growl and the cracking sound of my body releasing the demon echoing in my ears.

    "I will make it fair by staying in human form, baby demon." Dagan laughed as Devlin stepped out of the way, cursing my behavior not so silently.

    Dagan rushed at me, but this time I was ready. Removing my coat as I spun to dodge his attack, I wrapped it around his neck as he slid past, then yanked back with all my might, pulling him off his feet. As he fell I pulled a small dagger, following his body down and plunging it into his chest as he hit the floor.

    He growled as he ripped the dagger from his chest, tossing it aside with bellowing laughter that was so dark it gave me the chills. He was far from finished; my efforts had only angered him. We wrestled around the bar, punching, kicking, and clawing at each other, each of us trying to get the upper hand in the fight.

    Both bloodied and battered, I finally got my claws around his neck, digging deep into his flesh as I straddled him, pinning him to the floor. He let out a muffled roar and began to shift as he released his demon. His blood ran extremely hot, almost boiling. His body grew wider and taller; his skin turned a steel-grey color.

    Plunging my fingers into the girth of his neck, I was prepared to kill him if necessary. As my claws neared his spine, buried deep in his scalding hot flesh, his two long fangs gleamed in the red light. Black blood sputtered from his lips as his talon-like claws raked into the flesh of my arm, trying to break my hold. His claws ripped deeper with every pass. Feeling as though I would soon lose my arm, I jerked my hand from his neck, away from his talons.

    He was on the attack immediately, kicking me off of him I slid across the floor. My ravaged arm left a trail of blood as I struggled to stop myself. Dagan rose to his feet; his neck wounds had healed completely. By the time he closed the distance between us, my own wounds were in the process and not far behind. I glared up at the towering demon who sneered at me in return.

    Slowly I rose to meet his next challenge, smiling as my arm melded back together.

    "Where is Kara, Halfling?"

    ¡°Safe, no thanks to you,¡± I retorted.

    "Who do you think has been watching after her while you have been away? She belongs to me." His voice had changed; every word sounded like a hiss.

    "She belongs to no one! What is it you want from her, Dagan?"

    Devlin suddenly intervened before we could do any more damage. ¡°Enough!¡± he roared, looking very ferocious. ¡°Dagan, you have broken your word. Therefore, you will pay for the damages,¡± he ordered as Dagan returned to human form, bowing his head in agreement.

    ¡°And you!¡± Devlin turned, poking his finger at my chest. ¡°I¡¯ve had quite enough of your bullshit! You dare start another fight here again, and I will finish you myself!¡± he warned angrily

    ¡°Don¡¯t you dare threaten me!¡± I snapped, smacking his hand away. ¡°How could you hide this secret from me? Why didn¡¯t you tell me Kara was a regular here? More importantly, how could you let her be a regular here!¡±

    Devlin chuckled at my accusations as he turned his back on me. ¡°Dagan, your time with Kara has come to an end. Now get out of my sight.¡± Without a single word in return, Dagan fled like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. I was amazed at Devlin¡¯s power over the elder, but then again I myself had just survived the tenacious fight against him.

    ¡°You, baby demon, have the gall to be angry with me when it was you who left her to fend for herself. It was you who left her brokenhearted. You should be thanking us for picking up those shattered pieces and for watching her back when you were nowhere to be found!¡± Devlin said while he picked up overturned tables and chairs.

    His words hit me head on like a freight train, banishing any further argument as I looked around the bar in silence. Seeing Lilith and Remy both staring at me in disbelief, my heart sank.

    ¡°Your true ability, my dear Ravyn, is to make people fall in love with you, then you destroy them for the love they feel for you,¡± Devlin added softly.

    He had hit the nail on the head. I couldn¡¯t even try to deny it as I looked around at the friends I had hurt in this room alone. I couldn¡¯t bear to hear anymore from them, let alone see the hurt in their eyes, so I quickly turned and made a hasty exit.

 Revelations- Kara

    Chapter Five

    Revelations

    Kara

    When the car slowed to a stop, I slowly uncurled my body and sat up peering through the window, my eyes puffy and sore from too many tears. The light of the full moon illuminated the huge stone house, accenting its Gothic architecture. Ravyn¡¯s handsome friend was already out of the car, opening my door for me.

    ¡°Where are we?¡± I asked, my tone empty. He held his hand out, helping me out of the SUV. I stood staring at the amazingly perfect detail of the home.

    The house looked more like a mansion, surrounded by thick lines of trees; there was no sign of any other homes and it was quiet, so quiet. We started up the wide, solid stone stairway to the front door.

    ¡°This is Ravyn¡¯s home. Although, I guess it is yours as well. Ladies, welcome home.¡± The man smiled as he pushed the heavy wooden door open and flipped the lights on in the foyer.

    The large open foyer was dimly lit by a beautiful chandelier, which oddly only had three small bulbs in it. The dim light sparkled off of the dark cherry wood floor; the wood seemed to grow out of the floor into an exquisite staircase in the middle of the foyer. The staircase was wide and tall. Blood-red carpet lined the center of the stairs, and the same blood red devoured the walls. I smiled at the house that screamed Ravyn. It was beautifully rich, yet creepy at the same time.

    He began the tour of the main floor. The wood flooring and red walls continued into the large living room, dining room, and library, with the kitchen being the only exception. It was quite different, with black marble floors and counters and black cabinets all accented by stainless steel appliances. It was a very cold kitchen, and it looked like it was rarely used at all. I noticed that all the rooms were very dimly lit; bulbs were missing from most of the sockets.

    ¡°Why is it so dark in here?¡± My curiosity got the better of me. Not to mention the house was big and creepy; I would feel better with more light in it.

    ¡°Ravyn prefers the dark. Do you not remember?¡± He grinned before continuing. ¡°I suppose you are not as fond of the dark as she. I do not think she would mind if I brightened things up a bit for the two of you,¡± he said, answering my next question before I even had a chance to ask.

    ¡°Thanks.¡± The curiosity in my voice was very clear. But at the mention of Ravyn¡¯s name, my mind was swept away to what I had witnessed and, more importantly, what she had said to me. The fact of the matter was she had just killed seven men ruthlessly and with incredible speed. She did it without even batting an eye. I should have been in shock, but amazingly I wasn¡¯t surprised at all. I had watched her dish out plenty of ass-kickings on my account as we grew up. My mind instantly associated it with her protective instincts.

    I guess deep down inside I always knew she would kill to keep me safe, if it meant my life or theirs. Was she really forced into it though? Maybe? I mean, they did have my mom and her friend held hostage.

    Necessary or not, what had my mind on overload was how she just happened to appear after six years on the night someone tried to harm my mother and maybe would have hurt me as well. She seemed certain more of these evil men would be searching for us, but how? The questions for Ravyn were quickly piling up.

    ¡°Soon enough, child.¡± Nebiros interrupted my thoughts. My eyes snapped to him as if he had just caught me naked. ¡°Let us find you two ladies a room while you wait for Ravyn¡¯s return,¡± he continued, leading us to the stairs.

    As we walked up the stairs, I couldn¡¯t help but wonder if the man could read thoughts or if I was just too exhausted to hold them in. I didn¡¯t like the thought, considering Ravyn couldn¡¯t read me unless I let her in. It was very invasive. Could he read them all the time? Or only when near me? When we reached the top of the stairs, he winked at me, confirming my suspicions. Great! I thought.

    The halls stretched endlessly in either direction at the top of the stairs. All the doors were open except two. One at the end of the hall to the right, and the other was the first door to the left of the stairs. I headed to the left, knowing that the room by the stairs was Ravyn¡¯s. She always had a thing about being close to entry points of homes. I went straight into the room next to hers.

    ¡°I¡¯ll take this one,¡± I said before I even got a glimpse of the room.

    ¡°I¡¯m guessing Ravyn¡¯s room is down there?¡± Mom said, her tone miffed.

    I flipped the lights on and froze as the room came to life. It was brightly lit, just how I liked it. The carpet was thick, fluffy, white shag. The walls were matching white with red velvet curtains. The canopy bed had tall, beautifully carved white wood posts with a red silk canopy draping down around it. The bedspread was also the same crimson velvet, along with the multiple pillows of all shapes and sizes, all red and white. The ceiling had a three-tier tray with different color lighting in each tier. There were no paintings or d¨¦cor hanging on the walls, with the exception of a single small oval mirror.

    It was as if I had decorated the room myself. I was standing in the room I had always dreamed of. My mind began to swarm with thoughts. Did she do this on purpose? Did she know I would drop everything to be by her side again?

    I sat on the bed amidst all of the pillows, thinking about Ravyn¡¯s strange friend along with all the questions to which I needed answers. As I curled up in the pillows and closed my eyes, I had to focus hard on blocking out the violent images, replacing them with the moment I saw her for the first time in six very long years. The memory of being in her arms again soon lulled me to sleep.

    I woke suddenly with one thing on my mind. ¡°Ravyn,¡± I whispered to myself, quickly pulling my cell phone from my pocket to check the time. Five in the morning! I shot out of bed and ran downstairs; following the voices, I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to see Ravyn.

    Emma and the handsome man sat at the table talking. He stood as I entered. ¡°Where¡¯s Ravyn?¡± I asked him nervously.

    He walked over to me, slowly putting his arm around my shoulders and leading me to the chair next to my mom. ¡°Please join us.¡± He motioned for me to sit as he spoke.

    I obliged. ¡°Mom, did something happen to Ravyn? Why isn¡¯t she home yet?¡±

    She patted my leg. ¡°Relax, dear. I¡¯m sure she¡¯s fine,¡± she said reassuringly.

    ¡°Why isn¡¯t she home yet? And how do you know she is fine?¡±

    The man set a cup of coffee down in front of me. I looked down at the coffee, expecting it to be black, but he had already added cream. I took a sip and was surprised that it was made just how I like it, lots of cream and sugar. I stared at him as he sat across from me.

    ¡°How did you¡­¡± I paused, shaking my head and rolling my eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t like that, you know?¡± I said, irritated.

    He chuckled. ¡°You do not prefer your coffee that way?¡±

    ¡°No, I like the coffee. I don¡¯t like how you found out how I like it. It¡¯s very invasive,¡± I said firmly.

    He leaned on the table fixing his eyes on mine. ¡°Your secrets are safe with me.¡± He chuckled loudly as he teased.

    ¡°Funny. Why isn¡¯t Ravyn home yet?¡± My irritation turned to concern.

    ¡°It is still early, child. Have you forgotten Ravyn is somewhat of a creature of the night, I believe you call it?¡± He grinned as he tapped into my memories.

    This was going to be a pain in the ass getting used to, I thought. My mom watched me closely, worrying. She had to hate that we were here. She hated what Ravyn had done to me. ¡°Yeah, she always stayed up all night. But aren¡¯t you worried?¡± My concern grew as I remembered the night¡¯s violence.

    ¡°Trust me, dear. Ravyn is just fine,¡± he replied in a very confident tone. ¡°I have not properly introduced myself. I am Nebiros.¡± He held out his hand.

    ¡°Nebiros?¡± I asked, taking his hand.

    He kissed the back of my hand, then bowed his head. ¡°It is a pleasure to finally meet you.¡± His words escaped me; I was busy trying to recall his familiar name.

    My eyes widened as it came to me. Nebiros, Marquis of Hell, demon. I had read about him in my witch studies. ¡°Nebiros, as in the demon, Nebiros?¡± I asked in disbelief.

    ¡°Ah, you have heard of me as well?¡± He smiled, seemingly pleased.

    Suddenly the strange man made sense to me. His hoarse voice, his eloquence, his beauty and his thought-reading ability. ¡°Mom, why are you not freaking out? Why are we in Ravyn¡¯s house with a demon sitting across from us?¡± I asked, suddenly nervous to be in the same room with the charming demon, but I wasn¡¯t afraid since Ravyn obviously trusted him.

    ¡°Sweetie, calm down. Nebiros and I have been talking.¡± She paused, letting out a sigh. ¡°He has informed me of what Ravyn has been up to all these years. I think you should keep your distance from her while we are here. Do you understand me?¡± Emma warned in her stern, motherly voice.

    I couldn¡¯t believe what I was hearing. Keep away from the one person I wanted back in my life? This was crazy! ¡°No! I don¡¯t understand you! It¡¯s the most insane thing I have ever heard, Mother.¡± My outburst caught her by surprise. How could she be so surprised I would act this way? I would have done anything to have my best friend back, and now my mother just wanted me to ignore her?

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    Nebiros sipped his coffee, his eyes never straying from mine. ¡°For now, I believe it may be best if you listen to Emma,¡± he agreed, though it felt more like a warning.

    Thankfully, before I could respond, I heard a car outside. My heart raced as I rushed to the front door. Throwing it open, I ran down the stairs eager to see my friend, to make sure Ravyn was okay. A look of disappointment settled on her face as she shook her head, causing me to stop dead in my tracks halfway down the stairs.

    Ravyn moved gracefully up the stairs, pushing my hand away from my mouth to stop my nervous chewing of my nails. Her fingertips pressed gently against the small of my back, ushering me back up the stairs. Her hand stayed on my back as she walked next to me. The coolness of her touch sent a shiver up my spine. A good shiver, I might add.

    Her eyes squinted as we entered the house. I stared in silence before realizing the chandelier was now brightly lit, then hurried to switch the light off. The light from the kitchen strayed into the foyer, giving it a soft glow. I stood nervously, waiting for her to shout or yell. My mother¡¯s words and Nebiros¡¯s warning no doubt at play, but she never had in the past.

    As I stared I began noticing the changes in her appearance. Her skin was very pale, her body was toned and slender, and her black clothing and deadly weapons made her look quite creepy, yet very sexy, in a weird kind of way. I continued to gnaw on my fingernails as my eyes took her in. She pulled my hand away from my mouth again as I apologized for the bright lights.

    ¡°Still biting your nails, I see,¡± Ravyn said, her brow raised.

    I rolled my eyes and smiled. ¡°Well, you were supposed to help me break the habit, but you kinda disappeared on me,¡± I said with my hands on my hips.

    ¡°Yes, I did,¡± she replied sadly. I couldn¡¯t believe she was here, and we were bantering like our friendship hadn¡¯t missed a beat.

    Then I remembered the reason I was here. ¡°Are you hurt? Who were those men? What took you so long?¡±

    She just smiled at me. It was the smile that displayed her amusement, the smile I had missed way too much. ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± she said, then turned and started for the kitchen. She paused before she entered and turned back to face me. ¡°Kara, it is good to see you again.¡±

    Her words melted my worries away, replacing them with the joy of having my best friend back in my life. I wanted to hug her and never let her go again, but I just stood there smiling, enjoying the happiness Ravyn brought back to me.

    She motioned for me to join her in the kitchen, so I did. She immediately began ranting about the bright lights as she continued to squint. I felt bad, but I remained silent. She poured herself a glass of scotch and lit a cigarette. She leaned against the counter swirling the amber liquid in the glass, watching me as I sat down.

    The silence was awkward as we all glanced at one another as if not knowing what to say. In truth, the whole situation was weird. I was sitting across from a demon in Ravyn¡¯s mansion, with Ravyn! The sight of her opened a Pandora¡¯s box of questions in my mind. Before I could open my mouth, Ravyn beat me to it.

    ¡°Did Nebiros show you to your rooms?¡±

    Yes, my dream room that happens to be in your huge mansion! I sent my silent rebuttal to her, hoping to get some kind of response.

    ¡°Yes, you have a beautiful home, Ravyn,¡± Emma replied.

    ¡°Good.¡± Ravyn gave a nod of approval and started to remove her weapons. It didn¡¯t take long for her to accumulate a pile on the kitchen counter, which she topped off with a thin black leather wallet.

    ¡°What kind of work did you say you did again?¡± I asked.

    ¡°I¡¯m a detective,¡± she answered as she gathered her glass, ashtray, pack of smokes, and wallet, and moved to the table to join us.

    ¡°Detective? Don¡¯t they only carry one gun?¡± Emma retorted, doubt evident in her tone.

    ¡°I¡¯m not your ordinary detective. I work for a very hush-hush agency. We deal with the darker side of the world,¡± Ravyn explained in her very calm, confident manner.

    ¡°You mean the demon world?¡± I said, as the puzzle pieces started to come together. I couldn¡¯t believe what I was saying, but then again I was sitting across from a real-life demon.

    ¡°Yes,¡± Ravyn replied with a grin.

    ¡°But how can you possibly take on a demon? I thought they were invincible or something.¡±

    ¡°No one is invincible, Kara.¡± Her vague answer only irritated me.

    ¡°Explain it, Ravyn. What happened tonight, was that work?¡±

    Ravyn laughed at my irritation as she glanced at Nebiros. He shook his head. ¡°You will have to excuse Ravyn. She has been in the business too long,¡± Nebiros said.

    ¡°You¡¯re such a party pooper, old man.¡± She glared at him. ¡°Fine, do you two really think you can handle the truth? Because the truth is never pretty.¡±

    I wondered if I could, if I really wanted to know about Ravyn¡¯s ugly line of work. Would it change our friendship?

    ¡°We can handle it,¡± Emma replied before I could make my decision.

    Ravyn looked at me, waiting for me to agree. The look in her eyes seemed to challenge my hesitation. I nodded. ¡°I¡¯m not afraid of you, Ravyn,¡± I said, hoping I wasn¡¯t wrong.

    Ravyn leaned back in her chair, folding her hands behind her head. Her eyes danced with excitement at my acceptance of her knowledge. I suddenly worried I had made a very wrong decision. Never before would I even consider challenging Ravyn about anything, but now I instantly regretted it.

    ¡°Very well,¡± Ravyn¡¯s raspy voice purred as she slowly stood.

    Nebiros suddenly locked his large hand around her wrist. ¡°No.¡± His hoarse voice sounded more like a growl.

    ¡°Relax, old friend. They need to understand, remember?¡± Ravyn patted his hand, coaxing it from her wrist.

    I suddenly stood, feeling an overwhelming need to get away. ¡°Never mind, I don¡¯t want to know anything. I¡¯m just going to go to bed,¡± I eked out as I made my way toward the stairs. Running up the stairs, I felt a rush of air at my back, but I didn¡¯t dare look back.

    Stepping into the safety of my new room, I slammed the door closed behind me and flipped the light on. A shrill scream escaped me as my back suddenly pressed against the door. Ravyn stood directly in front of me, barely leaving room for the air to pass between us.

    Her cool hand pressed against my mouth, muffling my terrified scream. I remembered her being fast, but holy shit, I never even saw a blur. My heart felt like it was going to explode, it was beating so fast. When my screams subsided, she slowly pulled her hand from my mouth.

    ¡°Jesus, Ravyn! You almost gave me a heart attack!¡± I whispered.

    I didn¡¯t know why I was whispering, maybe because I didn¡¯t want her covering my mouth again. She started laughing as she walked to my bed. ¡°What are you laughing at? And how the hell did you get up here?¡± I asked, still whispering as I followed her.

    ¡°You should have seen the look on your face!¡± Ravyn exclaimed between laughs.

    ¡°Must have been freaking hilarious.¡± It was the only retort I could think of as I watched her climb onto my bed. Her back arched as she stretched out, every bone in her spine popping as she did.

    ¡°It was,¡± she agreed, lying back on the mound of pillows. She patted the empty space next her. ¡°Come on, you have questions, and only I hold the answers.¡±

    I hesitated for a minute, then pulled myself up onto the bed facing her. I sat in my usual Indian-style. ¡°How did you get up here?¡± I asked again.

    ¡°I am very fast. Did you not feel me pass you on the stairs?¡± she said.

    ¡°I did¡­ But that¡¯s impossible. No one can move that fast,¡± I said, shaking my head.

    ¡°It is every bit as possible as your little tricks of the witch trade. You should know, not everything is what is seems to be, Kara,¡± she said with a grin.

    ¡°Like your demon friend?¡± I retorted.

    ¡°Life holds many secrets. Demons are among them.¡± She winked as she lit a cigarette, reaching into the nightstand drawer and retrieving an ashtray.

    ¡°What is your secret, Ravyn?¡± I asked nervously, unsure if I really wanted to know.

    ¡°My secret is just that,¡± she replied in a very serious tone.

    ¡°You¡¯re seriously not going to tell me?¡±

    ¡°The less you know about my world, the better off you will be.¡± She shrugged.

    ¡°Your world? Isn¡¯t it the same one I live in?¡± I asked.

    ¡°No. It¡¯s much worse.¡±

    ¡°Okay, then who were those men?¡± I decided to change my line of questioning since I knew how stubborn she could be. If I could get enough of the right answers, I knew I could piece it together.

    ¡°Bounty hunters.¡± Her eyes fixed on mine as she spoke.

    ¡°That¡¯s crazy, Ravyn! Bounty hunters do warrants and bail jumpers. I¡¯m not stupid, you know?¡± I snapped, pushing myself off the bed. Pacing, I boiled over and began to rant.

    ¡°Six years, Ravyn! And now you show up only to offer me lies and deception! Do you have any idea what I went through when you disappeared? Of course you don¡¯t, you weren¡¯t there. I was stuck with the people who hated you for what you had done to protect me. I was a fucking open house because you left. I needed you. I begged for you to come back. Six years I¡¯ve waited, and now you offer me lies!¡± I yelled, never taking my eyes off my own feet as I let out all of my pent-up anger and sadness.

    Turning to continue my pacing, Ravyn stood directly in front of me. Startled, I jumped back and lost my footing. I tumbled back as gravity took over. Closing my eyes I tensed, waiting for my body to hit the floor. Hearing a cracking sound before I hit the floor was strange, and then everything stopped.

    I felt something hot against my lower back and around the back of my neck, then against my chest and hips. I didn¡¯t know if I had crashed to the floor, but this feeling was anything but painful. It was comfort and safety, with a very big sprinkling of pleasure.

    ¡°I will never let you fall again,¡± Ravyn whispered in my ear.

    It was the most romantic thing I had ever heard, and it was coming from my best friend. I opened my eyes to a view of the ceiling. The tingling heat continued to spread through my body to my very core as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

    ¡°Do you really believe you can handle a glimpse into my world?¡± she whispered. Her lips trailed down my neck as she spoke, sending wonderful shivers down my spine.

    ¡°Yes,¡± I breathed without hesitation. Wanting to know, needing to know, what had become of my friend. Suddenly I was on the bed lying back on the sea of pillows. In front of me Ravyn sat on her feet between my legs, her eyes capturing mine.

    They were black as night. I gasped, but I held my ground. She wriggled her fingers in the air, showing off her dagger-like nails and then she smiled wickedly, exposing long sharp fangs. I flinched and pulled myself back, putting a little space between us.

    I couldn¡¯t believe what I was seeing so I rubbed my eyes as if fixing them, then looked again. This time her eyes were jade green, the fangs were gone, and her fingers were back to normal.

    ¡°What the hell?¡± I gasped. Did I fall and hit my head? Maybe I was unconscious? A dream? It had to be a dream. Only one way to find out.

    Is this a dream? I silently sent the thought to Ravyn. She shrugged, then reached out and firmly pinched my thigh. ¡°Ouch!¡± I cried as my leg instinctively drew back.

    ¡°I guess not,¡± she replied with a laugh.

    ¡°It¡¯s not funny, Ravyn. That hurt like hell!¡± I scolded, rubbing the pain from my thigh. Tucking my legs against my chest, I locked my arms around them to protect myself from further harm. Abruptly realizing I wasn¡¯t dreaming, my mind went into frantic mode. Did Ravyn really change? If so, what did it mean? Is that even possible?

    ¡°Yes. It is the answer to your question. Obviously, it is possible.¡± Ravyn interrupted my thoughts.

    Shit, I had been thinking so hard I sent all of my thoughts to her, but what did this mean?

    I rested my chin on my knees, forcing myself to study Ravyn¡¯s eyes for the truth. She didn¡¯t blink or break eye contact; she didn¡¯t even breathe. When my panic subsided, only one question stood out from the rest. Taking a deep breath I asked, ¡°Are you a vampire?¡± I felt like an idiot as soon as the words left my mouth, and the look of irritation on Ravyn¡¯s face only made me feel worse.

    ¡°Vampires don¡¯t exist,¡± she replied, obviously disappointed with my assumption.

    ¡°Well, how was I supposed to know? You have fangs!¡± I reminded her, using my index fingers to mock her fangs. She looked amused by my impression, but far from thrilled.

    ¡°Okay, so you''re not a vampire, and you''re definitely not human.¡±

    ¡°Half-breed, Kara. Half-human, half-demon,¡± Ravyn said. The honesty in her tone shocked me.

    ¡°OH!¡± What do you say when you find out your best friend is a demon? Because I had nothing.

    Ravyn was off my bed and at the door before I could compose a better response. ¡°Good night, Kara,¡± she said as she left the room.

    I wanted to chase her, to say something, but nothing came. Her words just played like a broken record in my head. My heart was telling me she was still the same person while my brain tried to convince me demons were evil. She did kill all of those men without asking any questions. I had chalked it up to her job before, but now I had serious doubts. The two battled until my exhaustion finally forced me to lie down and close my eyes.

 Devilish Dealings - Kara

    Chapter Six

    Devilish Dealings

    Kara

    A soft tapping pulled me from my slumber. Not ready to wake, I rolled over, burying myself under the blanket and ignoring the noise. Sleep welcomed me back as soon as my eyes closed, only to be forced open again by a loud knocking.

    ¡°What?¡± I groaned, realizing someone was at my door. It suddenly opened, causing me to throw the covers back and roll over to face the door in irritation.

    Devlin stood leaning in the doorway wearing a dark grey pinstriped suit and a sinister grin as his eyes raked over me. The way he looked at me made me suddenly wonder if I was naked. Glancing down, I sighed with relief, thankful I was still wearing yesterday¡¯s outfit. Looking back at him, the memory of all my so-called friends and their betrayal made me scowl.

    ¡°Why are you here?¡± I greeted him acidly, pulling the covers over my head in frustration.

    ¡°No need to get cranky. Ravyn is taking you shopping, a sort of peace offering, I believe,¡± he said with a chuckle.

    Throwing the covers off again, I quickly sat up looking at the now empty doorway.

    ¡°You know. . .¡± His voice came from my bedside, causing me to squeal in surprise.

    Covering my mouth, I tried to slow my racing heart as I glared at him. ¡°Jesus, Devlin!¡± I breathed just before Ravyn burst into the room, fully dressed and armed.

    She looked around the room; seeing everything was fine, her eyes settled on me. ¡°Are you all right?¡± she asked.

    ¡°I¡¯m fine. What is it you were going to say, Devlin?¡± I said, turning my attention back to him.

    ¡°She is quite overprotective of you.¡± He smiled with brows raised, then bowed before leaving my room.

    Sliding out of bed, I approached Ravyn. ¡°I have clothes at home, Ravyn. We don¡¯t have to go shopping.¡±

    ¡°Your house is being watched. You can¡¯t go back,¡± she replied calmly.

    Turning to hide my frustration, I grabbed my heels from the floor and decided to push her buttons as I slipped them on. ¡°Why don¡¯t you just kill them too?¡±

    ¡°Soon enough. But they are not the ones I¡¯m worried about at the moment.¡± Her response wasn¡¯t exactly what I expected.

    ¡°I don¡¯t have money,¡± I retorted, as I walked past her.

    ¡°I have enough,¡± she said, joining me on my walk down the stairs.

    Entering the kitchen to find the people I thought were my friends sitting around the table did nothing to ease my already crappy mood. Lilith, Remy, Devlin, Nebiros, and my mom all turned to look at me in unison. Feeling like an ugly toad in a room full of gorgeous people pushed my mood further down the ladder.

    The mixture of vibrations, buzzing, and pulsing emanating from the room made my head spin. Ravyn¡¯s hand gently pressed against my back, steadying me as I wobbled a bit. The tiny pleasurable buzz traveled under my skin as soon as she made contact. Quickly batting her hand away, I glared at the faces in the room.

    ¡°You¡¯re all like Ravyn?¡± I said, finally making sense of the disturbance in the air when I was around them.

    ¡°No, no, dear. Ravyn is very different. I am a full-blood. Ravyn here is what I call a baby demon,¡± Devlin joked, getting a snicker from Lilith and Nebiros, though Remy stayed very quiet.

    I smiled, though willing myself not to laugh. I liked his choice of words, but Ravyn wasn¡¯t pleased, and my smile faded as quickly as it came.

    Putting the puzzle together in my head, I focused while I walked slowly around the table trying to separate the feeling each one created. I succeeded, though I was now more confused since they were all so different. Devlin and Nebiros were the only two that were similar. But it was Ravyn who threw me for a loop. Unlike anyone else, she seemed to affect the air in multiple ways.

    A loud rumble from my belly caused all the demons in the room to look at me funny. Feeling my cheeks flush, I silently cursed my stupid stomach.

    ¡°Did you guys eat breakfast?¡± I asked, breaking the sudden silence.

    ¡°We can stop on the way,¡± Ravyn replied.

    ¡°You don¡¯t have to do that, Ravyn. I can just eat a bowl of cereal or something,¡± I urged. I was already wondering how I was going to buy anything without money, seeing how I had left my purse at home last night.

    ¡°I don¡¯t have cereal, Kara. Now let¡¯s go,¡± she said as she pulled her coat on.

    Not satisfied, I headed to the fridge to find a quick bite, pulling it open only to find it was almost empty. Two cans of coffee, a pint of cream, and three bottles of wine were all that sat in the fridge. Not a single bite of food. I checked the freezer only to find it empty. I turned to look at Ravyn, the questions clearly written on my face. She approached quickly, her arm catching my waist. She ushered me to the front door.

    I tried to plant my feet and almost fell over. ¡°Ravyn, I don¡¯t have any money!¡± I argued fruitlessly. Devlin and Lilith followed at our heels as Ravyn threw the front door open. ¡°I can walk myself!¡± I snapped, shaking her arm from my waist, drawing a look of sheer amusement as she stopped and motioned me to continue ahead of her.

    I proceeded to march my way down the stairs to the driveway. Looking at the three very expensive cars, not knowing which one to go to, I threw my hands on my hips, tapping my foot impatiently.

    Ravyn¡¯s hand gripped mine as she led me to the same shiny red sports car from last night. Opening the passenger door she gently nudged me in. So pushy! I let her have it via thoughts as I sat in the car. Her laughter was cut short when she slammed my door closed, causing the car to rock.

    I stayed quiet as she drove, too tired and in a shitty mood, which was in no way helped by Ravyn¡¯s sudden pushiness. I was very unhappy with the unexpected visit from my friends and the fact I had no money to shop. Though it was obvious Ravyn had plenty of it, I didn¡¯t like people spending money on me. When they did I always felt like I owed them something in return and right now, I didn¡¯t want to owe her anything.

    She turned into the parking lot of a small diner in the middle of nowhere. I searched the car for the time but found no clock, then realized my cell phone was still in my pocket, so I pulled it out and checked the time. Three-thirty in the afternoon? Holy crap! Here I thought it was still morning.

    Ravyn shut the car off and looked at me. ¡°Are you done pouting?¡± she scolded.

    ¡°Are you done pushing me around?¡± I asked. A sexy grin tugged at her lips before she exited the car. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the door handle. The door swung open before I got to it. Ravyn held her hand out, waiting for mine. I reluctantly took it, letting her help me out of the car.

    The restaurant was fairly empty; only two middle-aged men were sitting at the counter. Ravyn chose a booth in the smoking section at the opposite side of the diner. The menus stood in a holder on the table; grabbing one, I flipped it open.

    Ravyn lit a cigarette as the young waitress came to the table. She couldn¡¯t have been over eighteen, and she was way too cute to be working in a place like this. ¡°Hey, girls, can I get y¡¯all something to drink?¡± the waitress asked, a hint of a southern accent in her voice. Her brown eyes glanced at me before they swallowed Ravyn.

    ¡°Coffee and can I have some cream, please,¡± I said as her eyes stayed on Ravyn.

    ¡°Same for me,¡± Ravyn said, giving the girl a wink. The waitress giggled as she flicked her long brown hair from her shoulder before walking away.

    I glared at Ravyn for a moment, then averted my angry eyes to the menu. Finding exactly what I wanted, I pushed it closed and shoved it back in the holder just in time for the waitress to return with our drinks.

    ¡°Ready to order?¡± she asked, again briefly glancing at me, then raking Ravyn in.

    ¡°Chocolate chip pancakes,¡± I said, my irritation evident.

    ¡°Nothing for me. Thank you,¡± Ravyn said, this time staring at me instead of the waitress. The waitress smiled and giggled at Ravyn before going to put our orders in.

    ¡°What is that all about? Lilith and Remy look at you the same way!¡± I spat out while fixing my coffee. Wondering why I was so concerned about it, I quickly tried to change the subject before she could reply. ¡°I thought the others were coming,¡± I said, looking up to find Ravyn staring at me. ¡°What?¡± I asked, running a hand through my hair as if fixing it.

    ¡°Is this the normal hungry, cranky Kara or the pissed-off Kara?¡± she asked. Obviously she hadn¡¯t forgotten my mood swings.

    ¡°Umm, both. Am I supposed to be happy after finding out what you are? Not to mention finding out my friends knew you all this time and never said anything. Oh, and then there¡¯s that little part about all of my great friends being not so human! And if that¡¯s not enough, I don¡¯t even know why I¡¯m staying with you. You just show up at the same time some bounty hunters do, bounty hunters who you murdered, and I am supposed to be acting chipper about this?¡± My rant came out in a panicked whisper; I didn¡¯t want anyone to hear our conversation. I was a freaking mess!

    ¡°I¡¯d say you''re taking it rather well.¡± She shrugged as if to say it was nothing.

    ¡°No, Ravyn. I¡¯m not taking it well. I¡¯m hiding it well! I don¡¯t even know you anymore.¡± My anger spilled out a little too loud, echoing through the restaurant.

    The young waitress set the massive plate of pancakes in front of me. ¡°Is everything all right?¡± she asked Ravyn with a smile. The desire in the girl¡¯s eyes was clear as day, making me lose my appetite.

    I pushed the plate back, ready to get out of here. ¡°Can we just go?¡± As soon as the words escaped, Ravyn¡¯s demeanor changed. She looked very pissed off and the air around us began to pulse. She grabbed the girl¡¯s wrist firmly as their eyes locked. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach as the girl moaned softly.

    ¡°Leave us. Don¡¯t come back until we leave,¡± Ravyn growled.

    ¡°Uh huh,¡± the girl oozed before walking away.

    I wanted to cry and scream. Instead, I lashed out, slapping Ravyn across the face. ¡°What the fuck was that?¡± I yelled. She said nothing; instead she pushed my plate back in front of me. I was way too upset to eat and pushed it back. As I did, her hand caught my wrist, her green eyes searching mine.

    Her touch sent an instant shiver of pleasure through me, stronger than any of her previous contact had caused. My breath caught as I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, and then it was gone, leaving me feeling like a fool. Staring at her, I tried to understand the message she displayed.

    ¡°Please eat,¡± she said softly.

    I picked at the oversized pancakes while I recalled my time with Ravyn last night. I felt a similar pleasurable sensation every time she touched me, but this time it was far more intense. I had dismissed it as my long lost crush, but now I knew it was her. The message was power, just another one of her demon abilities I was starting to log in my head. There was so much more I needed to know, but I didn¡¯t really know what to ask first so I kept it vague.

    ¡°So what else should I know about you?¡± I asked, taking the last bite of pancake I could possibly fit in my overstuffed belly.

    ¡°You should know that I am taking you shopping and I don¡¯t want any arguments about it,¡± she insisted with a smile as she tossed a fifty on the table.

    ¡°Fine, but we can just go to Marshall¡¯s,¡± I bargained as I stood.

    ¡°No. I don¡¯t plan on doing this again, so let¡¯s do it right the first time,¡± she said as we headed for the exit.

    Now that was the Ravyn I knew. ¡°Fine,¡± I agreed, knowing I wouldn¡®t win this argument.

    ¡°Kara.¡± Ravyn¡¯s voice sounded distant as a wave of tingly pleasure swam through my body while something cold tickled my inner thigh.

    ¡°Mmm,¡± I purred, before my eyes jerked open at the realization I had just moaned. Finding Ravyn¡¯s hand on my thigh, I quickly batted it away. ¡°Ravyn! Can¡¯t you control that or something?¡± Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks, I was mortified.

    ¡°Yes. Would you like me too?¡± She smiled, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

    ¡°Yes, Ravyn. I would,¡± I pleaded. Noticing we were in a parking garage, I shook my head and let out a sigh. I knew exactly where we were, and it made me want to cry.

    The magnificent 900 North Michigan Shops in downtown Chicago is an extravagant mall to say the least. It is for the rich and extremely rich. This was truly the last place in the world I wanted to shop. ¡°Ravyn, I can¡¯t shop here. It¡¯s too expensi¡ª¡±

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    ¡°Nonsense, you agreed not to argue,¡± she said before I could finish, then got out of the car.

    It was then I noticed Devlin and Lilith waiting along with four large men in black suits and a very professional-looking woman.

    My door opened, breaking my gaze only to find Ravyn¡¯s hand waiting for me. I hesitated, wondering if she would control her strange abilities. Only one way to find out, I thought as I let my hand fall into hers, waiting for the pleasurable feeling that accompanied her touch.

    Eyeing her suspiciously, I stepped out of the car feeling her firm cold hand in mine and only a tiny shimmer of tingly pleasure. I smiled. ¡°That wasn¡¯t so hard, was it?¡± My assumption made her laugh as she led me to the others.

    ¡°Ravyn, it¡¯s good to see you again,¡± the woman greeted us.

    She wore a light grey women¡¯s business suit with a black collared shirt and black stilettos. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun; black-framed glasses and a pearl necklace and earrings finished off her perfect ensemble. A clipboard overloaded with papers rested on her arm, and the pen was tucked neatly in her hair. She was quite stunning to look at, as were the four well-groomed men behind her.

    Lilith had changed into white leather pants, white stilettos, and a white tank top with DEVLIN¡¯S scrawled in red girly cursive font on the front, directly over her large, perfect boobs. She leaned against Devlin and whispered in his ear, making him smile and nod.

    ¡°Angela, I¡¯d like you to meet Kara.¡± Ravyn introduced us, pulling my attention back to the beautiful woman.

    Angela looked me up and down, then smiled. ¡°You are just adorable, sweetie,¡± she said with approval, handing the clipboard to Ravyn, then holding out her hand to shake mine.

    I glanced at Ravyn, searching for approval. She flipped through the papers, ignoring my glance, so I shook Angela¡¯s hand. It was warm and her skin silky soft, but no strange sensations accompanied it. She was obviously not human; the air around her almost bubbled with tiny pulses.

    ¡°Thanks,¡± I finally replied, unsure if it was a compliment.

    ¡°As requested, each store will be cleared out then closed while you shop. The truck is ready, and your purchases will be delivered at your convenience. Also, background checks on all employees have returned with an all clear,¡± Angela said, confirming Ravyn¡¯s apparent orders for the shopping trip.

    Which was totally unnecessary! Even more unnecessary was the mid-sized U-Haul truck parked near the elevator and two more guards apparently guarding it!

    ¡°Perfect as always, Angela,¡± Ravyn said.

    ¡°Great! Shall we get started then?¡± Angela asked, taking the clipboard back.

    ¡°Wait! Ravyn, a truck? This is so not necessary, I mean a couple of bags will do,¡± I argued, willingly breaking my agreement with Ravyn. But seriously, a truck full of merchandise from this mall would cost, well, too much to even conceive of.

    Ravyn¡¯s hand settled on the small of my back, her touch immediately sending the unwanted waves of tingly pleasure through me, causing me to visibly shudder, but this time I clamped my moan down, unwilling to let it escape. The feeling was much stronger than it previously had been; it made me want every bit of her. Before I could act on my almost uncontrollable urge to jump on Ravyn, soft giggles from Lilith and Angela brought my senses back, thankfully forcing me to step away from Ravyn¡¯s contact.

    ¡°Jesus, Ravyn! I swear to God if you do that one more time!¡± I didn¡¯t finish my threat. How do you threaten a demon? Yes, I¡¯m a witch, but would my craft even work on her? Hmm, guess I¡¯d find out.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go shopping then,¡± Ravyn replied with a confident, sexy grin.

    ¡°Fine.¡± I gave in, realizing how much she loved using her disgustingly wonderful touch on me. I vowed to find a way to block her new ability as we all piled into the elevator.

    ¡°I¡¯m so excited! This is going to be so much fun!¡± Lilith exclaimed like a giddy child as we arrived on the first floor.

    I couldn¡¯t share her excitement as I glanced around to find MaxMara, Michael Kors, Bloomingdales, which was six floors, and Gucci, just to name a few on the first floor. I was used to shopping at Marshall¡¯s, Kohl¡¯s, and Maurice¡¯s. This was way out of my league.

    Lilith grabbed my hand and pulled me toward Michael Kors. The four men in black suits quickly went ahead with Angela and began clearing out the other shoppers.

    ¡°Come on, Kara, relax and have some fun. This is every girl¡¯s dream so live it up. Oh, and don¡¯t worry, I am going to make you look like a goddess,¡± Lilith practically sang as we got the okay to enter the store.

    I searched for the tag on a pair of black skinny jeans when I first walked in. Seven hundred and ninety-five dollars! I did a one-eighty, trying to exit the store before the gate closed. Angela suddenly blocked my escape route. I thought she was by the counter?

    ¡°Let me guess. You¡¯re a demon too?¡± I glared at her.

    ¡°Sweetie, Ravyn has plenty of money so don¡¯t be shy about spending it,¡± Angela urged, ignoring my question.

    ¡°Don¡¯t change the subject. Are you one of them?¡± I accused, as if demons were a disease or something. Truth is, they were turning out to be not so bad, except they all seemed to be scary fast.

    ¡°Sweetie, you seem to attract our kind.¡± Angela¡¯s words hit home.

    ¡°I do,¡± I gasped as the reality of the situation sank in. My heart began to race and the store started to spin, my breathing suddenly short and fast. I was hyperventilating. Yes, witches can hyperventilate, and I was no stranger to it.

    Stumbling back, I reached out, trying to catch myself on one of the clothing racks. Instead, I ended up with a handful of very expensive sweaters that I yanked off the hangers. I backed into something hard and cool, yet soft at the same time. An arm wrapped around my midsection, holding me as the strange sensation pressed at my back.

    ¡°I gotcha,¡± Ravyn¡¯s voice soothed against my ear as I fought to breathe. Her other hand fell lightly against my chest, over my heart. ¡°Just breathe. Nice and slow,¡± she whispered. I felt her chest slowly rise and fall against my back.

    I tried to mimic her breathing. There was no pleasurable sensation that usually accompanied her touch; this time it was simply relief for her being here with me. My relief came with something else that I hadn¡¯t expected. I felt like I belonged here in her arms, and I never wanted to leave. Suddenly it didn¡¯t matter what she was. The way she held me and soothed my anxiety away as she always had reminded me that she was still the Ravyn I knew and loved.

    I relaxed in her arms as my breathing slowed.

    ¡°Better?¡±

    I could feel her smile against my cheek. ¡°Much,¡± I said, still leaning against her, unwilling to break the contact.

    ¡°Good. Let¡¯s try to enjoy the rest of the day, shall we?¡± she urged as she released her hold on me.

    Turning to face her, I looked up into her perfect green eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t hate you for leaving Ravyn. I understand now. Please promise me you won¡¯t leave again. You don¡¯t have to now that I know.¡± My words were unexpected, but I did understand. I also understood I couldn¡¯t handle her leaving me again. She was my strength, my light, and my soul. She was the only one who ever made me happy; she was my life.

    ¡°I don¡¯t make promises, Kara, so let¡¯s just take this one day at a time.¡± Her answer wasn¡¯t what I wanted to hear, but it was good enough.

    Angela cleared her throat loudly, startling me. I had almost forgotten we were in the store surrounded by our demon friends, who were all staring at the two of us. They didn¡¯t seem so bad now that I understood Ravyn was still the same good-hearted friend I remembered.

    ¡°Before we do this I have to know how much money you have, Ravyn. Give me a budget or something,¡± I said. It wasn¡¯t that I wanted her to spend money on me, but I would feel better about spending it if I had a limit.

    Ravyn laughed while she flipped through the racks of clothing, pulling out a couple of shirts she knew I would love and handing them to me with a smile. ¡°Try these on.¡± Taking them I raised my brows, waiting for her to answer my question. ¡°Still stubborn, still biting your nails, still hyperventilating, and still a knockout. Anything new I am missing?¡± she said playfully, ignoring my question again.

    Two could definitely play this game. I grinned, welcoming our old banter. ¡°Still a softie under that hard shell, but now you¡¯re a baby demon, a detective, very rich, insanely fast with a super creepy touch, and sexy as all get out. Anything else I should know?¡± I said proudly, thinking I had won her little challenge.

    Laughter filled the store as Ravyn suddenly closed the gap between us. Her lips curled into a sexy playful smile, so close to mine I thought she was going to kiss me. I almost wanted her to, with the sudden yearning to know what she would taste like. My body tensed, fighting my urge to claim her perfect lips and run my hands through her hair. Instead, I just stood there wondering if she was making me feel like this.

    ¡°Rich is an understatement. I have enough money to buy this building and everything in it. Does that satisfy your question?¡±

    ¡°Okay,¡± I replied, finding it hard to focus with her so close.

    ¡°Good, now try those on and stop worrying about the money,¡± she said as she stepped back, motioning to the dressing room.

    What the hell was wrong with me? I berated myself as I tried on the white cashmere turtleneck. I wanted to ask Ravyn if she was intentionally making me feel this way, but I couldn¡¯t. What if she wasn¡¯t? What if it was me? Was I attracted to her? I gasped loudly as the scary realization crossed my mind and as I caught my reflection in the mirror. The shirt fit my body perfectly. It was beautiful, and it made me feel like I was beautiful.

    Trying on the next one, which was a simple green long-sleeved scoop neck, I felt like myself, but somehow more confident. My thoughts came back as I stared in the mirror. I had never been in a relationship, never had sex. I had kissed a few boys in high school but never wanted anything further. And then there was Ravyn, our friendship, constant flirting, and my broken heart when she left. I always thought it was just the loss of my best friend. But now I wondered if it was something else.

    ¡°Kara? You okay in there?¡± Lilith knocked on the door.

    Shaking my crazy thoughts from my mind, I opened the door. ¡°What do you think?¡± I asked.

    ¡°I love it. It makes your eyes pop!¡± she complimented.

    ¡°Can I wear this out? It''s chilly in here,¡± I asked Angela, who was standing next to Ravyn, both of them eyeing me like I was dinner.

    ¡°Of course. And what about the other one?¡± Angela asked, leaving her clipboard with Ravyn as she approached me.

    ¡°It¡¯s beautiful,¡± I replied, watching Angela remove the price tag from the shirt I was wearing.

    ¡°Good. How about some pants, since you¡¯re cold?¡± she suggested.

    ¡°Not here. I¡¯ll need some different shoes anyway.¡±

    Angela collected the receipt for my two new shirts, while one of the men in the black suits collected my bag. We headed to Bloomingdale¡¯s to find some shoes and jeans. And find them I did, along with lots of other unnecessary items. Now wearing a pair of True Religion jeans and Puma sneakers, I was ready to tackle the massive mall.

    Going from store to store, my shyness about spending Ravyn¡¯s money quickly faded as my purchases increased. I felt like a queen surrounded by my royal demon guard. I was having fun and quickly fell back into the normal rhythm of laughter with my friends. I was beginning to feel oddly comfortable with the demons, but then again I always had felt comfortable at Devlin¡¯s club, I just didn¡¯t know what they were at the time.

    I kept my own abilities to myself as I learned about Lilith and Devlin¡¯s true nature. Lilith being a goddess came as no surprise; after all, she did look like one. Devlin was very old and a pure demon. I wished Remy had come because an apology was definitely in order for my friend. Devlin told me she had to work and that I would see her soon enough.

    As the night went on, Ravyn and Angela seemed to keep their distance. They were talking and watching as I shopped and joked with my friends. I didn¡¯t like how they distanced themselves, nor did I like how they looked at each other. I also noticed it wasn¡¯t just Angela who looked so longingly at Ravyn; everyone did. I instantly wondered if I looked at her the same way, so I did the logical thing. I asked Devlin about it.

    ¡°Hey, Devlin, can I ask you something?¡± I whispered while I scanned the racks of DEKA Chicago.

    ¡°Of course,¡± he whispered, playing to my secretive tone.

    ¡°Why does everyone look at Ravyn like they, like they¡­¡±

    ¡°Like they want her?¡± he finished for me, as I couldn¡¯t quite spit the words out myself.

    ¡°Yeah.¡±

    ¡°Do you want the honest answer, my dear, or the easy answer?¡± His question instantly made my stomach feel like a knotted pretzel.

    ¡°Truth,¡± I answered bravely, though I wasn¡¯t sure I wanted to hear it. Devlin smiled at my lack of fear, or maybe it was my stupidity. I wasn¡¯t quite sure.

    ¡°We all know what Ravyn has to offer. We have had a taste, and now we want more. Even more so now that we cannot have it,¡± he explained.

    My heart dropped. I couldn¡¯t believe what I was hearing, didn¡¯t want to believe it. ¡°Wait. Are you talking about what I think you¡¯re talking about?¡± My whisper carried my obvious anger.

    ¡°Sex, my dear. Though I have a difficult ti¡ª¡±

    I threw my hand up in his face, stopping him from finishing his sentence. My knees felt weak as the nausea bubbled in my belly. Sex! My mind screamed.

    ¡°My dear, please do not take it personally. It is very much in our nature. We are very sexual creatures,¡± he continued, wriggling his brows at me. It worked. A smile tugged at my lips and my laughter spilled over. ¡°That¡¯s better. Now, may I ask you a question?¡± Devlin looked down at me, his gentle smile erasing my nausea. I shrugged.

    ¡°Depends on what it is.¡±

    ¡°Very well. Why do you look at her the same way we do?¡± His question shocked me.

    Holy crap, I am looking at her like that! ¡°Am I?¡± I asked, my eyes wide.

    ¡°Yes.¡± His eyes studied me.

    I glanced at Ravyn to find her watching us very closely. I needed answers and didn¡¯t think Ravyn would ever give them to me, so I turned back to Devlin. ¡°I thought she was making me feel like this? Is she? Is there something wrong with me Devlin?¡±

    ¡°No, no, and no. My dear, you are attracted to her,¡± he replied.

    ¡°What!¡± I shook my head as my brow furrowed.

    ¡°Why are you ashamed? It is very natural, my dear,¡± he tried to assure me.

    It wasn¡¯t natural at all. She was my friend, nothing more! ¡°This is ridiculous!¡± I snapped.

    ¡°Is it? Look at what she is doing for you. How she watches you, always protecting you. The way she soothed you earlier. Ravyn has never done this for anyone, and now here you stand with her wrapped around your little finger. You can continue to discount your feelings, my dear. I know Ravyn, she gets what she wants. Like it or not, she wants you.¡± Devlin¡¯s matter-of-fact speech had me taken aback.

    ¡°That is not what I want! I only want my friend back!¡± I whispered my defense.

    ¡°Then by all means, go and get her,¡± he chuckled.

    Damn demons and their constant challenges! I wasn¡¯t about to back down, so I strode proudly over to Ravyn, hooking my arm around hers and pulling her into the dressing room. I hadn¡¯t really thought this out, but I needed to talk in private and behind closed doors was good enough for me. Plopping down on the bench with a loud huff, I folded my arms angrily across my chest. She just stared at me inquisitively.

    ¡°Is there anyone in this place you haven¡¯t slept with?¡± I blurted out my spiteful words before I could stop myself.

    ¡°Is that what you two were talking about? Why does it matter?¡± she replied, her tone full of amusement.

    ¡°It doesn¡¯t. Why are you here? What the hell am I doing spending so much of your money? I need answers, Ravyn. I can¡¯t go home. I¡¯m suddenly living with you. Why?¡± I rambled, eager to get off the sex topic.

    ¡°You need to know this now? Here?¡± she asked as she sat next to me on the small bench.

    ¡°Yes, Ravyn, I do,¡± I answered, scooting against the wall to avoid her leg touching mine.

    ¡°Does this have anything to do with my sex life?¡±

    ¡°No! It¡¯s just disturbing!¡± I barked, wishing I hadn¡¯t mentioned it at all, but I was jealous. Ravyn pulled out a cigarette. ¡°You can¡¯t smoke in here!¡± I warned.

    ¡°Who¡¯s going to stop me?¡± She smiled.

    ¡°Ugh! Whatever. Just answer my questions.¡± My impatience was growing.

    ¡°Kara, please, can¡¯t you just enjoy shopping?¡±

    ¡°No, Ravyn, I can¡¯t! Why can¡¯t you just be honest with me?¡± I sighed. It was hard to be angry with her, even harder when she was sitting so close to me.

    ¡°I was honest with you last night and it got me nowhere.¡± The disappointment in her voice was clear as day.

    It caught my attention as I stared at her beautiful pale skin. ¡°I¡­I wanted to stop you. I wanted to say something, but I couldn¡¯t find the words, Ravyn. What was I supposed to say? It¡¯s not like it was just some casual conversation,¡± I reminded her, my voice barely a whisper. I also thought I took the news fairly well.

    She took a long drag from her cigarette, holding the smoke in along with her thoughts for what seemed an unnaturally long time. I didn¡¯t smoke nor did I care for the smell, but somehow it fit Ravyn. It fit her dark, sexy persona to a T.

    Finally she exhaled, blowing three perfect rings of smoke into the air. I had never seen anyone do that in real life. In fact, I had only seen it in movies, and it made me wonder if there was anything she couldn¡¯t do.

    ¡°Kara?¡± The sound of Ravyn¡¯s soft raspy voice pulled my eyes back to hers.

    ¡°Hmm,¡± I responded as I realized her hand was resting on my leg, her fingers gently massaging my thigh.

    ¡°Enjoy this day, for you will not get it again.¡±

    The finality in her words shocked me, as if it were written in stone that I would never shop again. I quickly pushed it aside, placing her statement on the ever-growing list of questions in my mind. ¡°But I have questions,¡± I retorted, trying desperately to ignore the feel of her hand on my thigh.

    ¡°And I will answer them, but not here.¡± Her tone was firm, like she was commanding me to drop it.

    ¡°Tonight then?¡± I asked, but it sounded more like a plea.

    ¡°Very well.¡± She stood, removing her touch.

    I suddenly felt cold and empty, which was weird since her hands were ice cold. ¡°Deal. But you can¡¯t run off again, no matter what I ask,¡± I bargained.

    An amused smile spread across her lips, confident as always. She crouched in front of me, her lips almost touching mine while her eyes stared into my soul. ¡°Nor may you run off, no matter what the answer.¡± Her response sent a stream of worry into my gut.

    I wanted to back out like I had last night, then I remembered it did no good. So I held my ground, pushing her back from my space as I stood, looking into her beautiful jade-green eyes, almost losing my thoughts as my heart melted.

    ¡°Deal,¡± I said in defiance of her challenge as I stuck out my fist, my pinky sticking up. Her laughter at my gesture filled my memories. I missed that wonderful laugh so much. ¡°Pinky swear,¡± I said, waiting for her to agree. When her pinky wrapped around mine, a surge of power sprinkled with pleasure poured through me. I felt like I had just made a deal with the devil.