KnockingonDemon'sDoor by Unknown (ink ebook reader .TXT) 📗

the way he’d helped kill the demon. But even though Michelle had seen fleeting traces of humanity in him, he was still half-demon—and that demon half could be pretty potent. His sexual energy alone was enough to make her head spin. Could she trust him?

Did she have a choice?

With Dan’s belief that women were dying because they didn’t have the proper skills to combat such a huge hill, combined with the way he purposely avoided eye contact with her as he indulged in the bunnies, it was apparent that he wasn’t going to be much help.

“What would be the rules of this partnership?” she asked.

Ash’s eyes flared again, anger and frustration apparent. “Anything goes. I need to find my sister and then we have to shut these bastards down.”

The little hairs on the back of her neck began to tingle and her head cleared as her police training took over. “Shut them down? Tell me everything you know.”

He glanced over her shoulder. “Not here. It’s not safe.” He made a move to go around her.

She paused. Despite her brain—as well as years of training, both on and off the streets—telling her to proceed with caution, oddly enough her instincts told her he was safe. There was something about him that put her at ease and she didn’t think it was all demon charm. But since she never let her heart rule, she said, “And if I don’t agree to go with you? If I blow your cover?”

“Then I’ll feed you to the wolves.”

Michelle shivered at the coldness in his words, but in a way they reassured her. This was the honest reaction of a man out to find a loved one and it was a reaction she could deal with.

She slipped her dagger back into the sheath hidden in her ski pants. “Just so we’re clear, Ash,” she warned as she accepted their uneasy alliance. “If you blow my cover, you’ll wish I’d been decent enough to feed you to the wolves.”

Chapter Four

Blake turned up his collar against the cold night wind and sized up the unexpected turn of events. He’d been summoned to the parking lot by a drug-crazed demon he’d intended to kill. He hadn’t expected help from a cop.

The sudden crawling of his skin had nothing to do with the subzero temperatures. He sniffed at the air, knowing more demons would be on the move soon when the one he and Sunny had killed didn’t show. He grabbed her arm. “Come on, we really need to move.” He hauled her against his body and shuttled her back inside the resort, trying to decide on the best place to take her so they could talk without being overheard. He opted for the nightclub, maneuvering them both through the throngs of people on the dance floor, all scantily dressed and gyrating shamelessly to the music. Sure the resort was a classy place—exclusive really—but once the sun went down, the rich and bored suddenly morphed into the rich and horny.

He grabbed an empty table directly in front of one of the speakers, then leaned in and spoke into her ear, careful to make it look like he was trying nothing more than to get her naked.

He watched her eyes grow wide and felt her body shiver as he shared what he knew of the underground caverns. He paused for a long moment, working to control his emotions. He couldn’t lose Cass. A wave of guilt swamped him. Damn it all, he should have taken better care of his sister. He never should have let her go out in the world without his protection. His hands fisted and a growl crawled out of the depths of his throat.

Sunny’s hand closed over his and squeezed, taking him by surprise. Her comforting touch went right through him. Something about her stirred warm feelings deep in his soul, feelings that were best left buried unless he wanted to give his demon room to play. And if his demon got out, God only knows what it’d do to her. A cop.

“I’m sorry your sister is missing.” His gaze flew to her face to see the sincerity in her eyes. “I’ll do whatever it takes to help shut this place down and find her.” His gut clenched as if he’d taken a physical blow. Other than his mother or sister, no woman had shown compassion toward him before and it was all he could do to fight down the need clawing its way to the surface. She might be a cop, but she was still a beautiful woman and the man in him wanted her—in ways that were dangerous to both of them.

He’d just finished telling her about his task of “auditioning” women when Neal stepped into the club and glanced around. Their eyes collided and Neal nodded his appreciation. With the way they Blake and Sunny were sitting so close, touching rather intimately, and speaking into one another’s ear, Neal clearly assumed Blake had made his selection.

“Shit,” Blake whispered, the bass from the speaker beating backup to the panic unfurling in his chest. He’d been going out of his way to avoid women, not wanting anyone to get the idea he’d found a candidate. But now he’d been spotted getting up close and personal with Sunny…

And Sunny was a cop. A cop who could handle demons. Common sense told him that of all the women at the resort, she was the one most likely to be able to take care of herself—as long as she knew what he’d gotten her into.

But common sense wasn’t going to help him look himself in the mirror if he was wrong about that and the last thing he wanted was to put her in danger.

“What is it?” she asked.

Neal cut a path across the floor.

Blake held her face between his palms and let loose a little of that demon magnetism. “No questions, Sunny. I just really need you to trust me right now.”

She