to deal with. A glance over her shoulder showed the demon hadn’t moved. “You will get me weapons. Ones that are easily hidden.”
He smiled slightly as he started to follow her. “I will, will I?”
“Yes.” A sharp nod of her head. “You can’t be at my side all the time. I need something to protect myself with until you arrive.” Hopefully she’d be able to deal with any danger without having to call him for help. There was no way she wanted to see him any more than necessary.
“There’s some merit to your suggestion. I’ll think about it. But right now we have other matters to deal with. You need to be trained by a demon hunter.”
“Aren’t you worried I might use what I learn against you?”
The demon laughed, the deep sound seeming loud in the normally silent house. “You don’t strike me as being suicidal. Not after everything you’ve done to stay alive.”
If he was talking about her father then he was wrong. That hadn’t been so she could live, that had been because he’d begged her for help. Even to save herself she wouldn’t have been able to do it if he hadn’t begged her to. If she hadn’t known that he was dead anyway. “You never know what the future might bring. Especially since it’ll be a really long one.” She glared at Remedy when he laughed again, sounding like he mocked her.
“I’ll take my chances.”
She fell silent again. Three months of barely a word and she’d broken her silence by having a conversation with a demon. She’d have been better off staying silent for all the satisfaction she’d gained. But he was the one person, if you could call a demon a person, that she wasn’t tempted to say the words ‘I’m sorry’ to. No, she wanted to say ‘I hate you. I’m going to kill you. Somehow’.
Chapter Six
Cassidy grabbed her handbag and automatically glanced towards the mirror. But it was impossible to see how she looked before she went out. She’d painted every mirror in the house with house paint when she could no longer stand the accusations in her own gaze.
She recalled the moment she’d been about to smash the mirror she’d stood in front of. Her father’s eyes had stared back at her from the mirror, accusing her. But she hadn’t been able to smash it, remembering how her mum had told her many years ago to be careful of the makeup mirror she’d been playing with. Taking it from her, Sylvia had returned it to her handbag warning her that she didn’t need seven years bad luck. So she’d found some house paint in the garage and painted every mirror, crying the entire time as she tried not to meet her own gaze, barely managing to hold back the words ‘I’m sorry’.
Turning her back on the mirror, she headed for the front door. Who cared how she looked? She’d lost weight, she couldn’t remember when she’d last slept through an entire night and black had never been her colour. It always made her look too pale. Ghostly. She grabbed the car keys and paused in the open doorway, staring out into the night. It had been so long since she’d been outside. She took a hesitant step.
“Once it’s daylight you’re on your own. You might want to move a little quicker if you wish to prevent that.”
“What happens at daylight?”
“Ask a hunter.”
Cassidy glared at the demon for a moment, wishing for a second she had used the knife on him. Then she spun away from him, striding to her car. “Lock the door behind you.” She didn’t bother to look at him, just hopped in the car and turned on the ignition, waiting for him to join her. “Where to?” She continued to avoid looking at the demon, even when he sat beside her.
“Drive. I’ll direct.”
Cassidy mockingly repeated the words under her breath as she reversed onto the road. She ignored the demon’s chuckle as she headed forward. Great, now she was the entertainment. Anger rushed through her and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. She couldn’t believe she was sitting