Page 29 of Demon Unleashed
“Yes, and you were fucking a demon. It won’t be the last time. You and I, we have something.”
“We have nothing. You’ve failed in your attempt to serve the Great One by bringing him a Stealth Guardian. I wish I could see his face when he finds out that another one of his stupid subjects has bought the farm.”
Eric chuckled. “Oh, you haven’t guessed yet. I’m surprised. You really thought some run-of-the-mill demon would come up with a plan to seduce a Stealth Guardian and actually succeed?” He attempted to shake his head, but the dagger at his throat prevented him from doing so. “I guess introductions are in order.”
Her throat went dry. Before he opened his mouth again to speak, she already knew what he was going to say.
“I’m Zoltan. I’m the Great One, the ruler of the Underworld.”
Shit! This was Zoltan, the demon she and her fellow Stealth Guardians had been hunting for years? What the hell was she waiting for? She had to kill him, even if she lost her life in the process.
His demon eyes bored into her. “And the man you fucked with more abandon and more passion than you’ve ever shared with anybody before.”
She hated the fact that he was right, hated that it made her hesitate. Any other demon she would have killed twice over already. But Eric? No, Zoltan! If anybody deserved to die, it was him.
“You’re responsible for Finlay’s betrayal, for Tessa’s drug overdose, for the destruction of the council compound, for Winter’s abduction, for Logan risking his life to rescue her. You killed Kim’s mother to get at one of our books. You killed countless innocents! You stole the source dagger! You’re—”
“I’m not behind all of those atrocities. Tessa, the mayor? I never hurt her.”
“Liar!”
“It’s the truth, and I’m still trying to figure out which of my demons went behind my back. However, I admit I invited the psychic to join me in the Underworld, yet she declined.”
“Invited? I don’t call kidnapping an invitation.”
“As if the Stealth Guardians have never done anything against a person’s wishes.”
“We do it for the greater good!” Enya protested.
“And who decides what’s good?”
She glared at him. “I’m not letting myself be drawn into a conversation about good and evil with you.”
“Too late! Damn it, Enya, it’s not all black and white.”
“It is for me.” But even as she said it, she knew she was lying. When it came to her feelings for Eric—no, Zoltan—things had turned a shade of gray. She hated what he was, a demon, but she desired him for who he was, her lover.
“Is it?”
He met her eyes, and despite the evil green color, she saw something else there, something she’d seen when he’d made love to her. Something that looked like affection. She shook her head. She was losing her mind. Zoltan was using his powers on her, the power to influence a person, to turn them to his side.
“Stop it! Your powers don’t work on me. I’m not human.”
“You thought I was trying to get you to do my bidding?” Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Enya, the only way I can get you to do anything I want is to fuck you until you surrender to me. That’s the only time you’ll ever be compliant. And even that won’t last for long. Which means I’ll have to fuck you daily.”
Enya grunted. “That’s never gonna happen again. Because you’ll be dead. And dead demons don’t fuck.”
He cast an eye at the dagger at his throat, then lowered his own dagger and tossed it to the floor. “Go ahead, then. You want to kill me, then do it. Just one last thing.”
She hesitated. “What? Spit it out!”
“Are you gonna tell your colleagues that you fucked Zoltan? Or are you gonna live with that secret for the rest of your life?”
“None of your fucking b—”
“And when you lie in bed alone, awake night after night, will you think back to this moment and wish you’d never found out that I was a demon?”
Her throat tightened. She didn’t want to breathe. Because breathing meant giving her brain the oxygen it needed to think of the scenario where Zoltan was still Eric, a scenario where they were happy. But she couldn’t allow that, because nobody could ever be happy with a demon.
