Page 1 of Knight’s Seduction

Chapter 1

October 13, 1970

Roxburgh, NY

Kryos scanned the diner as soon as he walked in. The muscles in his neck were tight and there was this…tingle between his shoulder blades.

Something had called him here, had been calling him here for the last two months. At first, he thought the draw to this place meant the demons he and his brothers hunted possibly frequented the diner. That maybe it was some kind of meeting place, or they lived nearby.

But that wasn’t it.

“The donuts better be fucking spectacular with the amount of time you spend here, brother,” Rocco said beside him.

Kryos ignored his brother and reached out with his senses.

No, he hadn’t been sure exactly why he kept coming back, still didn’t, not really. He did know there was a who—a gorgeous, vibrant, sweet-as-fucking-candy female that he couldn’t stop thinking about. And every night he came here, he sought her out as soon as he walked in.

He was well aware his obsession with the female was getting out of control, but he couldn’t seem to stop it. He’d even been dreaming about her. And every morning when he climbed into the shower after waking hard and needy for his little diner waitress, he’d make himself come to images of her in his head, of touching her, of tasting those tiny freckles scattered across her smooth skin.

Of burying his face in her wild, dark blond hair and running his hands over her soft curves—

Nope. Kryos slammed the door on his wayward thoughts and sat down. If he got a hard-on right now, his brothers would never let him live it down.

Roc’s leather jacket creaked as he took the seat across from him, then he shuffled down for Zenon. Zen scowled and tipped his head forward like he always did, so his long black hair concealed his yellow eyes and the brand scarring the side of his face.

Kryos was surprised he’d actually agreed to come inside with them. Zenon preferred his own company, and since most beings were terrified of him, he got his way more often than not.

Kryos shifted in his seat. The corner booth was the one he claimed every night, it had the best view of the rest of the dining room.

Christ, he had a regular booth.

Music filled the place, and only two other tables were currently occupied. No one was behind the counter, but she was here. He could feel her.

Which was…completely fucked up.

They’d barely spoken, besides taking his order. In fact, the female was utterly indifferent to him. She never made eye contact or lingered when he tried to get her to talk more, and it drove him insane.

The little sunflower name tag she always wore had Meredith written on it, and he’d been trying to work up to using it.

Yep, he was an immortal demon hunter, older than dirt, and for some reason, couldn’t bring himself to use the tempting female’s name. He’d been trying to work up the courage for the last fifty-eight days. He inwardly winced. What the hell was wrong with him?

“So?” Rocco asked. “Are they good or what?”

Kryos glanced at his brother completely lost.

Roc stabbed a finger at the menu. “The donuts?”

“Ah, yeah, they’re all right.”

Roc screwed up his face. “All right? You’ve been coming here every night for two months. And the food’s just adequate?”

“Coffee’s pretty good as well,” Kryos said, giving his brother a hard stare. “You didn’t have to come in. I’m sure there are demons in need of killing somewhere. Go find them.”

Zenon grunted his agreement.

A portal opened here in Roxburgh every solstice and equinox, a direct door straight from Hell. Demons tried to escape into the city en masse whenever it opened. It was the knights’ job to stop them and hunt the ones who got through.

The swinging door behind the counter opened and finally she walked out. “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” by Diana Ross was playing on the radio. She loved this song, she always hummed or sang along whenever it was playing, adding little hip wiggles that made him grind his teeth.