I give an indulgent and satisfied smile, grateful I never have to worry about the issues of money, so I can live in luxury. I love the finer things in life, from luxury hotels to the little McMansion that I live in back in Sarria-Sant Gervasi. It’s just one of the amazing perks of being a demon, and possessing a vessel that is sex on legs. Let’s just say, there is rarely a time I have to pay for my own things. I’m smoking hot and I know it. I may seem like I’m up myself, but I’m just stating the truth. I’m blessed with a human with model good looks.

Quinn and I step out of the elevator, Trevor follows, rolling our luggage to the side and stands there, waiting patiently to be tipped for his service. I take some notes out of my purse and hand them to the bell boy who bows slightly and enters the elevator, leaving us alone.

“Wow,” I breathe.

“Do you always waste your money on frivolous shit?”

Oh shut up assface.

“Yeah, what of it? I like the finer things in life, so sue me.” I shrug.

I make a beeline for a set of double doors where I assume the bedroom will be. Opening them I am welcomed by the glorious sight of a king size bed with a chiffon and lace canopy.

I proceed to explore the rest of the massive room. Through another set of double doors to the left is the adjoining bathroom which has a spa bath.

I will definitely be enjoying you later.

On the other side of the room is a walk-in-closet. It is more impressive than mine at home. I don’t have a shoe carousel, nor do I have a chaise in the middle where I can get ready.

“Are you done in there?”

I groan. “Yes, I’m coming.” I snap back.

He can’t give me a few minutes can he.

I walk into the open living/dining/kitchen area where Quinn is standing awkwardly at the dining table. He looks quite cute, unsure of what to do, a strained look on his face, trying to decide whether he should sit down or not. It’s not something I expect to come from the big tough man.

“Okay let’s regroup, right now we have the Book of the Dead… And that’s it. We need to know where the gate is and what the three keys are. Since the demon back at the church was talking to Kane, that’s exactly who I plan to summon.”

“And what makes you think he’ll talk?”

Seductively, hips swinging from side to side, I walk up to him. “Because.” I lean in really close, so close that my lips brush his ear lightly. “I can be very persuasive.” I say ever so softly.

An audible gulp can be heard. Oh, how delightful. It seems that I affect Quinnie boy in more ways than one. A smile creeps up on my face.

I move over to the living room and shift the coffee table from its position by flicking my finger in the direction that I want it to move.

I snap my fingers and a mat with a pentagram and runes written on the outside appear along with some symbols written a few centimetres from that. This is my trap for Kane. I speak the words of the summoning spell, repeating it a few times as is required.

Nothing.

“Good job, maybe the spell is broken.” He says sarcastically. Ignoring him, I wait a few more minutes, but again, nothing.

“Son of a bitch!” I exclaim, spinning on my heels and storming off.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” A deep voice asks.

Kane. How nice of you to drop by.

“Well, it’s about time.” I spin around. Damn, he’s chosen a good-looking vessel, unlike the one I had seen before in the other demon’s memories. A thatch of dark brown hair which is slicked back, sapphire blue eyes with flecks of hazel. He is definitely a sight, not as good looking as Quinn, but I’d say close enough.

“No, definitely not as good looking as Quinn.” Vee adds. “Though, I have yet to find anyone as good looking as Quinn. When did gargoyles get so hot?!”

“This is so unlike you Vee, you’re usually the prude.”

“I’m not a prude!” Vee’s voice becomes high pitched as she defends herself. “I love men, just because I don’t jump every guy I see!”

“Is that meant to be an insult? Because I’m not insulted. I love men and I love sex. It’s natural.”

“What do you mean it’s about time? It’s been a few minutes. God you’re impatient.” I snap back to the real world and out of my own head.

“Well I’m sorry, but time is factor. I hear you are the demon to talk to about a plan to release Malphas from his fortress.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Does that really matter?”

Kane shrugs. “No, but I would like to know.”

“Have you heard of this plan?” I throw back, completely ignoring his question.

“No.”

Oh for fuck sake.

My power flows out and wraps itself around his neck, strangling him where he stands. Kane clutches his throat, gasping for breath.

“Are you going to quit lying to me, or will we be here all day?”

He makes a gurgling sound, trying to talk so I release my power’s grip, allowing him to speak.

“Fuck you.”

He manages to say before I exhale and tighten my grip on his neck, watching his face turn blue.

“No thanks, you aren’t my type. Now, let me tell you how this is going to go. You will tell me who is behind this. How, is up to you. This can be done, as they say, the easy way, or the hard way. You either just give me the information I need or I force it out of you. And believe me, you don’t want the latter.” I release my grip on his neck a little and walk to stand in front of him. “Now, what’s it going to be?”

He spits in my face. “Fuck you.”

I wipe the spittle from my face as my true demonic side comes out. It’s a side that I have not used for a long time. Since being out of the demon game, I have no need to use it. Yeah, traces of it show every now and then, when I get pissed off, but nothing like this. My demonic side is a sadistic and cruel mistress who takes pleasure in the torture of others. It is almost out of instinct. My arm shoots out burying deep into his body, and grips his heart, squeezing it tight. Kane cries out in pain, his knees buckle for a moment before he straightens back up again. A look of pain replacing the smug look on his face.

“Tell me what you know about the plan to release Malphas from his fortress!” I shout.

“This is going well isn’t it?” Quinn sniggers.

“Oh shut it Quinnie boy.”

“Don’t call me that.” His voice is dark, deep and gravelly, he sounds incredibly sexy which sends shivers through me, making me wish we were alone.

This is not the time to be having these thoughts about the gargoyle Esmerelda!

Vee giggles.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” Kane says, his face still contorted in pain.

Turning my attention back to Kane, remove my hand from his body and grab a hand towel from the kitchen, wiping my arm. “I’m so happy that you have come to your senses with this. Now let’s start again!” I say cheerfully like I wasn’t just wrist deep inside his chest. “Who is behind this?”

“I don’t know who is, but I do know that it is all in motion.” His voice strains as he attempts to get his breathing back to normal, hand clutching his chest.

“How close are they to releasing him?”

“They need to find a main gate to the Underworld, the three keys and the book of the dead.”

“How close are they to finding the location?”

A deafening silence greets me, the air is thick with it.