Page 63 of My Demon Neighbor
He grinned, a sharp, demon grin that was less joy and more dark delight. He stalked over to the bastard—I could find out his name from his wallet, but a human name wouldn't suit this monster—his large wings magnificent in the sunlight, even folded up.
"You should've never thought you had the right to hurt others for your pleasure, and especially that you could get away with hurtingmy Codie."
A shiver washed through me at the possessive, protective way he called me his, and I wondered if maybe I was a little fucked up for enjoying this. If I was, I didn't care because Pythor didn't seem to mind it.
As I watched, Pythor snapped his fingers, and the bastard turned translucent. He could move again, though, and he shot to his feet, then took off toward the exit—probably the first smart decision he made—only to slam into an invisible wall. He tried again and again, while Pythor laughed like it was the most delightful thing he'd ever seen.
I couldn't stop myself from smiling either, but I was still a little confused. "What did you do?"
"I turned him incorporeal. You can only see him because I made it so, but he'll be invisible to anyone else. He can't leave the park either, or touch anything."
"So he won't be able to eat or drink," I realized, and Pythor nodded slowly.
"Still okay with this?"
"Yeah. Will I be able to see him the whole time?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to actually watch him slowly starve to death. Or thirst to death. Why wasn't that a thing people said?
"Not if you don't want to. Do you want to stop?"
After a second of thought, I nodded. "Once we're at home, though. I want to know where he is when I'm around him," I said as a shiver washed through me, and Pythor nodded.
The bastard rushed back over to us, screaming something at us, but there was no sound to his words. He reached for me, but his hand passed right through.
Pythor grabbed him by the neck again, clearly able to touch him, and threw him to the ground. "Don't touch him."
The man lay there, apparently done trying to fight what he couldn't touch, and I turned to Pythor. "Can we go home now?"
Pythor gave me a warm look as he pulled me close, and I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his wings around me. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's go home."
I didn't spare the man who'd haunted me for almost a year a second glance as I felt Pythor's magic stir around me.
As soon as we arrived in my living room, the bravado I'd been clinging to disappeared, and I crumpled to the floor.
