Demons Undone: The Sons of Gulielmus Series Read Online Free PDF

shrouded her shoulders and framed her face, he forgot what his mission was.
    She’d paid the check and their plates had been cleared.
    She twiddled her thumbs as she looked up at him. “Where are you sleeping tonight, Hitch?”
    “Where am I sleeping?” Suddenly, his mind went blank as if all the information he’d downloaded in his twenty-eight years had become corrupted and self-terminated. He was pretty sure Gulielmus had prepped him for this sort of thing. “Um … ”
    Lie
, he imagined his father would say.
    He pulled his knapsack out from under the table and heaved it up onto his shoulders. “I’ll hang out at the bus station and see what they have going east, probably. They don’t pay too much attention to stragglers.”
    “Oh.”
    She swallowed hard and cast a gaze down his body. When she met his eyes again, she pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth and bit it.
    He raised a brow in question.
    “This is probably really stupid of me … ” she said, letting her voice linger off at the end.
    “What is?”
    “Do you … want to go upstairs?” She flitted her gaze toward the hotel lobby as if he couldn’t intuit her meaning without the visual aid.
    “You mean me get a room?”
    She shook her head and slowly eased out of the booth, grazing the front of her body against his as she reached for the handle of her suitcase.
    He closed his eyes and curled his toes in her boots, willing his body not to respond to her softness — her sweet, citrus scent.
    “No, I mean you come visit me.”
    The blood drained from his head.
    Keep it together, man. Your daddy is an incubus. You’ve got cool encoded in your DNA.
    When he didn’t answer immediately, her cheeks reddened. “Never mind, it’s stupid.” She pulled her suitcase toward the lobby. “You must think I’m nuts. Just ignore me.”
    He jogged to catch up. “No, wait. I don’t think you’re nuts. I think you’re stunning, so sometimes I stare at you and my sensors get all confused.”
    She stopped in front of the elevators and stabbed the
Up
button. She didn’t look like she bought it. “Oh yeah? What are your sensors saying?”
    “Mostly they’re saying you’re a nice lady and I’m trash and I should leave you alone.” True enough, he figured.
    The elevator door opened and she stepped in, giving him a speculative look as she leaned against the back railing. When he didn’t move, she made a “come here” gesture with her hands. He slipped in just before the doors slid shut.
    They didn’t talk, but he itched to ask if doing this sort of thing was normal for her, or if she was still affected by that psychic lasso he’d tossed around her earlier. Neither sounded great right then, but he wasn’t so conceited to think that he was
just
that good looking and that charming that she’d invite him into her inner sanctum for … Well, for what, exactly? Wasn’t he supposed to be the one doing the leading?
    Upstairs, he followed her down the hall and watched her slip a card into a slot installed on her room’s door.
    “That’s pretty fancy,” he said.
    She pushed the door handle down and idled in the opening for a moment, studying the small piece of plastic. “Huh. I guess it would be for someone who’s used to metal keys.” She held it out to him. “Want to try it?”
    Before “Yes!” could fall out of his mouth, he squashed his childish wonderment and spread a grin onto his face. Now wasn’t the time for dorkiness. “Maybe later.”
    She shrugged and pulled her bag into the room.
    He followed, letting the door swing closed on its own behind him.
    She made a beeline for a luggage rack and set her suitcase on top, already winding the zipper pull around to open it.
    He set his backpack on the floor and moved further into the room, studying the cream-colored walls decorated with soft, pastel watercolor paintings, the ornate dresser — the drawers of which he pulled open to assess what treasures they held — the desk in the corner,