beside one of the demons responsible for her father’s death and wasn’t trying to kill him. But he was right. She wasn’t suicidal. And there was another one who was more at fault. Other than her.
“Turn left.”
She felt the demon’s gaze on her and ignored the urge to turn and look at him. Maybe it was a good thing she didn’t have any weapons on her. She didn’t think she could guarantee she wouldn’t use them on him right this minute. How was she going to manage a lifetime of putting up with Remedy? A very long lifetime. She had no idea.
“At the least you should make eternity entertaining for a while. Just don’t make my patience wear too thin. There are things worse than death.”
Cassidy struggled to recall the words of her binding, but the night was awash with blood. It had overshadowed everything else. All she recalled was his name, the blood and her father’s pleading. There was something she’d said, but she couldn’t recall the exact words. No matter what had been said, she wasn’t going to be submissive. Forever was a very long time. She opted for bravado. “I guess you better heed those words too.”
He nodded his head. “Turn.” He gestured towards the direction.
Silence fell between them, broken only by directions until the demon said, “Pull up in front of that house.” He pointed to a spacious timber house nestled amongst flowering gardens. It was painted in neutral creams and browns with white backed curtains at the windows. The place was dark, only the streetlight providing any light.
Cassidy reluctantly pulled up and made her way to the front door. Did he really expect her to knock on someone’s door after midnight when they were probably sleeping? She glanced towards him. It looked like it. She hesitantly knocked, the sound seeming week and pathetic. Her next knock was louder.
“Alright. I’m coming. Quit with the banging,” an irate voice called from inside before the door was flung open.
She eyed the young man framed by the doorway. He had extremely short, sandy blond hair. Green eyes stared at her intensely and he had to be over six foot. She noticed he absently rubbed at a mark similar to hers on his wrist. His only went around twice.
The young man slowly smiled. “Well hello, bad influence. You took your time in finding your way to me. And they thought leaving me here would get me away from all bad influences.”
“You’re not here to lose your virginity, quit ogling him.”
Cassidy turned on the demon, masking her embarrassment with anger. “Ogling? No one says words like that anymore. And I wasn’t ogling him. I was thinking. Why don’t you talk to him if you’re so worried about wasting your valuable time?”
Another young man joined the first one in the doorway, nearly as tall. He also had very short sandy blond hair but with a little more length at the front. At his throat was a gold cross on a leather cord and he had a silver stud, in the shape of a cross, in one ear. His demon mark went just over twice around his wrist. His warm brown eyes fell on Cassidy before they went back to the young man in the doorway. “Who’s this, Gabe? Not one of your friends from Sydney, is it?”
Gabe grinned. “I have no idea Riley, but I’m hoping she’s going to disagree with the demon about why she’s here.” He held out his hand. “I’m Gabe Hunter. And you are?”
She took his hand. “Gabe? As in Gabriel? The angel?”
“Don’t start,” Gabe muttered.
The demon brushed her aside to stand in front of the young men. “Demon hunters, train this girl to kill demons.”
Riley laughed. “Now I’ve heard everything. Why would a demon want a human taught how to kill demons?”
Remedy’s gaze narrowed, flames leaping higher in his eyes. “You will refrain from meddling in my business. Train the girl. That’s all you need to do.”
Riley’s laughter disappeared. “We don’t take orders from demons. The girl can stay if she needs our help, but you