Page 44 of Bad Moon Rising (Dark-Hunter 17)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"What are you doing?"
Aimee jumped at the unexpected sound of Dev's angry tone coming out of the darkness of the hallway while she was trying to slip out without being seen. Why hadn't she just popped outside instead of going to the bathroom like a normal human being?
That'll learn you.
"Damn it, Devereaux Alexander Aubert Peltier, I swear I'm going to put a bell on you if you don't stop sneaking around here without making any noise! What do you do? Wait until I leave my room to pounce on me like a cat with a mouse?"
Narrowing his gaze on her, he crossed his arms over his chest in a tough stance. "You only get angry at me when I've caught you doing something you shouldn't be doing. So what are you up to?"
She tried not to look guilty, but it was hard. "I'm not doing anything."
He raked a look over her that said he knew better. "So why aren't you working tonight?"
"I didn't feel good."
He cast a pointed stare at her white sneakers. "Which is why you're dressed to go out?"
And she would have made it had he not butted in. "I didn't say I was going out."
He snorted. "Don't treat me like an idiot, Aim. I know you better than that. Something's up. It's been up for weeks now with your freaky disappearances. What is it?"
She let out an aggravated breath. He was right. For weeks she'd been searching for the Daimons to no avail. Those little rodents were good at hiding. "You wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain it."
"Try me."
Don't say a word. She saw this train wreck coming and yet there was no way to prevent it. If she didn't answer, he'd nag her until she did.
Or worse, follow her. The bear could be terribly annoying that way.
So with no choice, she opted for the truth. "Fine. I'm heading out to hunt Daimons."
He burst out laughing. "And I'm a flying fat fairy."
"Nice . . . Tinker Bell. Now if you'll excuse me."
He grabbed her arm to keep her by his side. "You're serious?"
"Like Maman about locking the back door."
He shook his head in total disbelief. "Why in the name of Olympus would you go out hunting a Daimon?"
She glanced down to the door where Fang's room was and knew she couldn't disappoint him. "Because if I don't, Fang will die."
He snorted. "Are you high?"
"No."
"C'mon, Aim, admit it. Heavy amounts of drugs are involved here. They have to be."
She shrugged his touch away. "I have to go."
He captured her again. "I don't think so. Last time I checked, we weren't Dark-Hunters and you've got no business going after a Daimon."
And once again, she pulled away from him. "What am I supposed to do, Dev? Vane was thrown out of here this morning and he has his hands full with his pack on his tail and the human he's now protecting. The last thing he needs is to know that Fang is far from safe. That demons are trying to kill him in another realm. It's not exactly something he can focus on right now."
"Aimee-"
"Devereaux," she snapped, mocking his sinister tone. "You know I can't just walk away."
"Why not?"
"Fang saved my life. Now his is threatened and he's asked for my help. You know what will happen if the Daimons keep his soul. Sooner or later, it will die and he will be trapped lifeless and soulless without friend or family-that's something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, never mind a wolf who saved my life and yours. I only have a finite time to save him."
Dev growled low in his throat. "We only have a finite time."
"We?"
He gave her a harsh stare. "You didn't really expect me to just stand by and let you endanger your life, did you? If you're in, I'm in."
Aimee hugged him. "You're the best."
"No. I'm the worst. Maman will hand me my ass on a platter if she ever learns about this. I swear to the gods, I have to be the dumbest asshole on the planet to sign on for this."
"No. You're the greatest brother ever born and I will be forever in your debt."
"Oh, goody," he said with exaggerated happiness. "Just what I've always wanted." He let out a tired sigh before he groused, "So what are we doing?"
"Well, the Daimons attacked them in the swamp. That means that they're here in New Orleans . . . somewhere. I say we start hitting their usual haunts until we find them and expire their worthless hides."
"And how will we know when we find them?"
"I'll know. I've seen them."
He made another face of utterly exaggerated thrill. "And how will we know then, Wendy?"
She hated when he referred to her as the Peter Pan character. But she ignored his goad. "Fang showed me. Now let's get started."
He stopped her again. This time his face was dead serious and he was all business. "Showed you how?"
"In a dream."
That went over like a lead balloon. His eyes snapped fire at her. "Should I be banning you from his room?"
She rolled her eyes at his extremely overprotective nature, which was highly misplaced so long as Fang was in a coma. "Don't be ridiculous and we need to get going. Otherwise I'm going alone."
He curled his lip at her in a fierce grimace. "Fine, you pigheaded bear."
