Page 49 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
Damian whirled around, and gently pushed her. “Run! Now!”
The oh-shit look on his face moved her feet at a pace worthy of an Olympic sprinter. Halfway to the motorcycle, her hair whipped around her face and one of the winged demons dropped in front of them, cutting them off from their only escape.
“I didn’t realize the meteorologist called for a heavy downpour of demons tonight,” Rose quipped dryly.
Damian shot her a look.
“What?”
“You’re joking? Now?”
“Normally, I shred paper and pop bubble wrap when I’m nervous, so unless you happen to have any packing material on your person, you’ll have to deal with my nervous joking, doc.” Her gaze flicked to the two demons behind them, and back. “Have any bright ideas on how to get out of this?”
“You’re the one who seems loaded with them tonight. You tell me.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Now who’s joking…”
“Hell, babe. I’m not joking. I’m all for listening to any ideas right now.”
Magic filled the alley, bringing a not-so-subtle breeze that picked up Rose’s hair and whipped it around her head. The witch looked likea gorgeous force of nature, and the sight of her all badass and determined, with pink Magic swirls engulfing her hands, would’ve given Damian an erection if he didn’t fear for her life.
Hell, both of their lives… because dealing with one Gryndor demon was bad enough. Three was damn near impossible. Brute strength, skin nearly impenetrable when in their true forms, and poison-tipped talons put them in a demon class all of their own.
The Run, Hide, & Hope for the Best Class.
He and Rose had already failed at running. They couldn’t hide.
That left one option.
“You gentlemen should go about your evening.” Rose sounded deceptively calm. “There’s no need for this to get ugly.”
“Oh, there’s a need, witch.” The first demon growled, and his entire body—which at first looked Norm despite the big black wings—turned a stony gray.
“Please don’t say it like that. Yes, I’m a witch. But said in that tone, it’s not exactly friendly sounding.”
“Anyone who hangs around with the Scourge isn’t a friend.” He shot his lizard-like eyes toward Damian.
Rose followed his gaze to Damian, and shrugged. “He may have the personality of a soggy potato, but he’s honestly not bad once you get to know him. He grows on you. Like super fungus.”
“Hey,” Damian said in protest. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy she’d defended him or annoyed she seemed shocked by it. “Super fungus? Really?”
“Would you have prefer I used superE. coli? I assure you, fungus is the cuddlier of the two.”
“It’s obvious you’re the one who doesn’t know him, witch.” Gryndor Number One chuckled as he stalked forward. “That hybrid standing next to you is the Scourge of the Underworld. A vile abomination. He’s a damntraitor,no loyalty to his own kind nor to his own sire.”
Damian bristled, his hands balling into fists at his side at themention ofsire. “I hope to hell you’re not insinuating I’m anything like you and your friends. And you better not be implying that my sperm donor deserves anything more than my complete disdain.”
Rose swung her gaze from the demon to Damian, her confusion palpable. “What the hell is he talking about?”
Damian glared at the Gryndor. “If you hadn’t torn through an entire wolf pack, injuring dozens of shifters before heading off and doing the same to one of the Maine covens, you wouldn’t be on the Council’s radar. There’s no one to blame here except yourselves.”
“Enough talking.” The demon growled. “I’ll rip both your spines from your bodies and use them as coatracks!”
Rose grimaced. “Can you wear coats with wings? Or do you get them specially tailored?”
Damian swallowed a chuckle just as all three demons lunged at once, two from the back and one from the front. Rose blasted a javelin of Magic at the one closest to them, but it ricocheted off his demon skin without the Supernatural breaking his stride, and nearly slammed into Damian’s foot.
“Aim for the poison-tipped talons,” Damian shouted. “It’s their only vulnerable spot while in this form.”
