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

jock, or a hot bartender, she suspected any other bunny would have immediately dismissed him by offering their back. But she recognized this guy from her preliminary research. He’d lost his girlfriend a few months ago on the slopes, and guessed he was looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle. But his girlfriend wasn’t the only one to mysteriously die and be whisked off for cremation, and Michelle didn’t believe for one minute that all their deaths were from accidents, which was why she insisted on being involved in the investigation. Hopefully by the end of the week she’d have some answers, and get to the bottom of their disappearances.

When she twisted sideways she noted the way Ash’s eyes narrowed as he watched her private exchange with Mac. The odd way he was looking at Mac—sympathetic and sincere—made her feel a little vulnerable, a little disconcerted.

“Well, I need another,” Mac said, wobbling. Michelle reached out to help him right himself, thankful that Ash had switched him to soda pop earlier. Which begged the question, why would a pleasure-seeking, soulless monster care if Mac drank himself to death?

“I got you covered,” the new bartender said, grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels. Before he could pour, Ash came around the counter and nudged the guy.

“I thought you were going to show me your new snowboard.”

“I was?” Mac asked. His brow furrowed as though working hard to find an answer through the fog.

“Yeah, come on, you said it was back at your room.” Giving him little choice in the matter, Ash hooked an arm under Mac’s and hauled him to his feet. Michelle stared on in mute fascination.

Ash’s hand brushed against Michelle’s as he maneuvered around her and her body instantly reacted to his touch. Lust sang through her veins, reminding her how long it had been since she’d felt a man between her legs. But this was no ordinary man and his pull was strong—stronger than any demon’s she’d ever felt before. She knew if she wanted to walk away from the resort alive, she needed to be extra careful around him and gain some control over her more basic instincts. And she wasn’t talking about the ones that nagged her to kill him.

Bleary eyed, Mac tried to find his balance. If it wasn’t for Ash holding him, he would have folded facedown on the floor.

After they rounded the corner and disappeared from her line of sight, Michelle stood, waved to the bunnies—who all undoubtedly thought she was following Ash back to his room—and slipped out the side door. In a sense, she was following Ash, and would continue to do so until he led her to his room. She needed to keep a close eye on him and to get into his room. Trailing him was purely for research purposes—to determine the depth of his involvement into her investigation into the missing girls, naturally—and had nothing to do with the heat he roused in her or the shivers of warm need rushing through her body and encouraging her to go against her own best interests and give into her womanly desires.

Damn him…

Too bad she couldn’t share her information about Blake Ashen with Detective Dan Shay, her partner on the case. No one at the precinct knew she was a “seer”, nor did they believe in such a thing. If she told her Captain, or Dan, that there was a demon on the loose at the resort, her next assignment would be with the department psychologist.

As she moved through the main lobby she spotted Dan coming in from the slopes, surrounded by a group of bunnies. All dressed in the latest fashion, he was masquerading as a ski jock—not too far of a stretch for him either. She tried to get his attention, but he wouldn’t even spare her a glance. Instead he indulged in the bunnies as they lavished him with attention. Not that she cared if he was purposely avoiding her. She wasn’t a big Dan fan. Michelle was the one who’d pushed for a full investigation into the missing girls. Dan, on the other hand, thought the assignment was a waste of his precious time and had tried to discourage the captain from any further involvement. Since they’d arrived that morning, he spent his time skiing and playing, and subscribed to the theory that women died on the slopes all the time simply because they couldn’t conquer the hills quite like a man.

Which led to her main reason for disliking him. He hadn’t wanted a female partner, or to go undercover with her, the sexist pig. She’d taken down countless demons all by her little old feminine self, so coming up against a man who felt women belonged at home, barefoot and pregnant, irritated the hell out of her. When it came to Dan, she had better places to plant her bare foot.

She turned her thoughts back to Ash, watching him guide Mac to the elevator. Other than Ash being a demon she had no proof that he was responsible for the missing girls. Sine she couldn’t come out and tell Dan that Blake Ashen was her main suspect she knew she was on her own. Soliciting help from anyone else was out of the question, too. After all, to ninety-nine percent of humans, monsters of the nonhuman variety didn’t exist. The other one percent knew better.

Since she was lucky enough—or unlucky, depending on which way you looked at it—to be amongst the minority, by the time this assignment was over she planned to make sure there was one less monster for humanity to contend with.

Chapter Three

Blake nodded to the two guards standing outside Trevor’s office. “The boss is expecting me,” he said, inwardly sizing up the men. Yeah, he could take them down, limb by limb if need be. It might be a tough fight, but certainly doable.

Blake was sure Trevor’s need for bodyguards had something to do with the