nor frightened. This girl was simply direct and calm.
A girl with a mission.
“We all conjured you,” Madison corrected her, giving Daisy a pointed look.
“Yes.” Daisy acknowledged her friend, but remained undaunted. “We all did. But we conjured you to fulfill my wish.”
“Which we should have negotiated,” Madison muttered, collapsing against the wall in a perfected slouch of disgust.
Daisy didn’t even glance at her friend this time. She stayed focused on him. “We called you to—”
“Do something impossible,” Madison interjected.
This time Daisy did shoot a censorious look at her friend. Then she said, “No. It might be a little tricky but not impossible.”
Madison rolled her eyes. Emma swayed. Apparently passing out was still an option for the silent friend.
“What is this tricky—possibly impossible task?” Killian asked, growing tired of the teenage bickering.
This wasn’t his usual thing. Hell, he’d never been conjured before, and he had very little experience with teenagers. But even with his admittedly limited experience, he wasn’t prepared for what the earnest girl in front of him said next.
“I want you to find my sister a boyfriend.”
C HAPTER 4
K illian blinked. Then he blinked again.
It was pretty rare for a demon to be speechless. Hell, he considered himself a rather talented talker—part of his job requirements—but …
“Boyfriend? For your sister?”
Yeah, that was eloquent, all right.
“Yes,” Daisy said, frowning at him as if she’d decided maybe she’d made a mistake conjuring him, after all.
Which she had.
“See,” Madison said. “Lame idea.”
Daisy frowned at her friend, then looked back at Killian, some of her doubt replaced by something akin to hope.
“Totally lame idea,” Killian stated, his tone not all that different from Madison’s. “I’m a demon, not a matchmaker.”
“But the book said that you have to grant us our wish,” Daisy said.
“What book?” he asked.
“Jenny Bell, Demon-Hunter,” Daisy said.
“Which is fiction,” Madison said.
Daisy threw her friend another look, this one fully exasperated; then she gestured to Killian. “Obviously not all fiction. Hello. He’s here, isn’t he?”
That was true. But Killian was more concerned with how the hell he was going to get out of here.
“So what exactly does this book say?”
Daisy turned back to him again. “It says that once the demon is conjured, he cannot leave until the wish is fulfilled.”
Killian shook his head. “Oh, no. No.”
There were so many reasons this was not good.
He stepped toward the door, and the one called … Emma squeaked and stumbled backwards away from him and to huddle in the corner.
He started to reach for the knob, but again got that feeling. That strange, strangling sensation that he couldn’t go.
Shit. This girl was telling the truth. He couldn’t leave. That’s why he hadn’t been able to simply materialize away. Hell, it seemed that he couldn’t even leave the apartment on his own two feet.
This had to be fixed and quick. The big boss man, and yes, he was referring to Satan, wasn’t going to be pleased when Killian didn’t show for work. Satan definitely didn’t adhere to the “happy employees make a more productive workplace” philosophy of management.
He twisted back to the girls. They all watched him as if they were uncertain of what he was going to do.
He wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was he was pissed. This was unbelievable.
“I’m not some kind of goddamned genie,” he finally said, deciding not to reveal the fact that he was trapped here, by their mandate. Best not to let the teenyboppers know just how much control they had.
“Okay,” Daisy said, smiling slightly as if she was already aware of the power she had. “But you still have to grant this wish.”
“I don’t have to do anything,” he said, taking a step toward her—fully intent on intimidation. “I’m a demon. That