Page 60 of Demon Unleashed

“Is it this one?”

Tessa shook her head, and Enya swiped left and continued, until Tessa suddenly grabbed the phone. “That’s him. That’s the demon who came to my apartment and drugged me.” She stared right into Enya’s eyes. “Where did you find him?”

“You’d better pack up here. We’re going back to the compound. I don’t wanna have to explain everything twice. Okay?”

“This had better be good.”

“Trust me, it is.” When Tessa grabbed her handbag, Enya added, “Call Hamish that he doesn’t need to come and pick you up.”

“Oh, Hamish is already here. He just went to wash his hands.”

Enya’s heart started to beat out of control. “Oh shit!”

~ ~ ~

Zoltan knew he wasn’t alone in the men’s restroom. One of the five cubicle doors was closed, and somebody flushed the toilet. Zoltan turned to the row of sinks and turned on the faucet. To look inconspicuous, he pumped soap into his hand and foamed up under the water, then the cubicle door opened and a man came out. Zoltan glanced at his image in the mirror, then lowered his gaze back to his hands.

Fuck!

None other than Hamish, the Stealth Guardian married to the mayor, and one Zoltan had fought several times before, walked toward the sink. Zoltan felt his heartbeat accelerate. He wore his sunglasses to disguise his eyes, but the accessory was hardly inconspicuous when worn indoors. And Hamish wasn’t stupid. Once he noticed them, he might take a closer look at Zoltan’s face and realize that they’d met before.

It was high time to get the fuck out of here.

Zoltan turned away, shook off the excess water from his hands, and took a couple of steps.

“Have they still not fixed that damn hand dryer?” Hamish asked from the sink, and looked into the mirror.

From the corner of his right eye, Zoltan noticed Hamish fix his gaze on Zoltan’s reflection. He paused, staring at the sunglasses.

If he didn’t reply to Hamish’s question, he would look even more suspicious, so Zoltan mumbled, “Guess not,” and continued toward the door, passing by the hand dryer, when the damn thing suddenly came on—activated by motion sensor.

Zoltan hesitated for a fraction of a second. Drying his hands under the hand dryer would mean turning his face and giving Hamish another good look at it in the mirror. He couldn’t risk it. But apparently the Stealth Guardian didn’t need another look.

“Fucking demon,” Hamish grunted.

Zoltan spun around. Hamish already held a dagger in his hand and had taken a fighting stance. But Zoltan knew he couldn’t draw his weapon. If he injured—or worse, killed—Hamish, Enya would never forgive him.

“It’s the sunglasses, isn’t it?”

Hamish motioned to the large window behind him. “Been overcast all day. And I’d never forget a mug like yours.” He paused. “Zoltan.”

Zoltan lifted his hands. “Listen, Stealth Guardian, I don’t want any trouble. I’m just gonna walk out of here and nobody gets hurt.”

“I’m not gonna make it that easy for you.” Hamish narrowed his eyes. “Guess you’re not quite as brave when you don’t have a bunch of demons to back you up.”

The insult stung. “When I said I’m gonna walk out of here and nobody gets hurt, I was talking about you. I don’t wanna have to hurt you. Take the out.”

Hamish scoffed. Of course the idiot wouldn’t accept what Zoltan was offering. He could tell from the way the Stealth Guardian looked at him. He wanted this fight. He wanted a chance at killing the Great One. And had he never gotten to know Enya, Zoltan would have given him the chance. But things were different now. Hamish was part of Enya’s family.

“Hamish—that’s your name, isn’t it?” Zoltan didn’t need a confirmation, nor did he get one. “If you attack me, I’m gonna have to defend myself.”

“Oh, I hope you will defend yourself. It’ll make your death so much sweeter. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you left Tessa to die.”

Zoltan shook his head. “Wasn’t me.”

Hamish snorted. “So you don’t do your own dirty work. What else is new?”

“I didn’t sanction the overdose on your mate.”