[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
Thanks, I told him. I will.
151
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
I stripped off the mask. The room was still dark, but Pan still
covered his eyes as though the hint of daylight through the heavy
curtain blinded him. His hand touched the blood I d spilled. He
cursed, but not at me, and pulled out the other ear plug.
You bluffed, he said, and looked at me for the first time.
No. I didn t. I came here to kill you.
You have no idea what repercussions that would have
caused, he said, but kept his voice subdued.
Well, isn t it a good thing you chose to saw reason instead. I
wiped the blade s tip off on the comforter, and as much as Pan
wanted to, he didn t say a word about it. Part of me wished I d
dropped his head in my satchel rather than just the knife. I did get
what I came for, if not what I wanted. And tracking down who had
inherited Pan s power would have been a huge hassle.
Pan rubbed his throat, which only smeared his blood more.
You would have done it, he said. He looked at me. You really
would have.
Yes.
Pan shook his head. Get out of my house. And never come
back.
The worst he could have done, if I did return, would be to file a
restraining order, but I didn t tell him that. I left, swinging the
satchel over my shoulder, and actually felt good on the walk
through the growing darkness back to my car. Once the sun cleared
the buildings downtown, Calgary got cold.
152
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
CHAPTER 14
It occurred to me, yet again, that I still didn t know Patrick s
cell phone number. I called Amanda s house instead, but it rang
and went straight to voice mail. I told her and Patrick that I d
survived and that everything went well. Just after I hung up, the
phone rang again.
I thought for a second it was Amanda, or Patrick, calling me
right back, but it was Gwen. Pan must have called her as soon as
I d left the room.
If you had told me what you were doing, I would have told
you to forget it, she snapped.
I waited, not apologizing, and wondered if she noticed.
For your stunt, I should keep your bonus, she continued.
But I m not going to. It will be waiting for you when you come in
153
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
to see me tomorrow morning bright and early. Until then.
Thank you, I said, but she d already hung up.
I got back to the car and threw the satchel into the backseat.
Traffic moved just as heavy as it had been when I d driven out of
town the first time. I drove straight back to Amanda s, and I had a
much more Zen-like calm about me. I did miss my house, but
dully. The real acute pain came when I thought that Patrick could
have been alone in it. I couldn t have protected him all the time. I
didn t want to think of how exposed he was.
Any house, even Amanda s, could be breached, but driving
through all the extra security did relax the knot that had formed.
The house, as it came into view, glowed with light. I parked the
Honda and got out. Even before I approached the house the front
door flew open. Patrick ran out.
He threw himself on me. He obviously didn t know his own
strength. We fell back and my breath was knocked from me. When
I got it back, the cold stones under my ass left me near speechless.
Rather than get up, though, Patrick pinned my arms over my
head and kissed me. You didn t die, he told me, as if I hadn t
already figured that out.
I might still, I managed. Patrick kissed me again, sliding
down against my body, and probably would have done more if
Amanda hadn t delicately cleared her throat behind us.
Patrick got off, albeit reluctantly. It took me a moment later.
Amanda kissed my other cheek.
I didn t think you d be home, I said. It s not past midnight
yet.
I heard about your house on the news. You should have called
me.
I should have. She waved off any apology I would have given,
154
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
and led the way back to the house.
Is it over? Patrick asked.
Yes. Your father should be getting stronger. I don t know if
I ve reversed anything, but he s not going to get any worse.
Patrick nodded, silent for a good moment before taking my
hand again and squeezing it. Good.
And I freed August.
Who?
The demon.
Oh, Patrick said. Good for you.
And I got a nifty knife.
He looked at my strangely, but then kissed me again.
Supper waited in the oven, just a little something her
housekeeper had whipped up before going off duty for the night.
The roast and all the fixings took three trips to the table to bring it
all out. I hadn t realized how hungry I felt until I smelled the beef.
Amanda opened a bottle of an amazing French red, and we
finished it off in front of the roaring fire in the den.
I don t really remember what we talked about, so it couldn t [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl fopke.keep.pl
Thanks, I told him. I will.
151
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
I stripped off the mask. The room was still dark, but Pan still
covered his eyes as though the hint of daylight through the heavy
curtain blinded him. His hand touched the blood I d spilled. He
cursed, but not at me, and pulled out the other ear plug.
You bluffed, he said, and looked at me for the first time.
No. I didn t. I came here to kill you.
You have no idea what repercussions that would have
caused, he said, but kept his voice subdued.
Well, isn t it a good thing you chose to saw reason instead. I
wiped the blade s tip off on the comforter, and as much as Pan
wanted to, he didn t say a word about it. Part of me wished I d
dropped his head in my satchel rather than just the knife. I did get
what I came for, if not what I wanted. And tracking down who had
inherited Pan s power would have been a huge hassle.
Pan rubbed his throat, which only smeared his blood more.
You would have done it, he said. He looked at me. You really
would have.
Yes.
Pan shook his head. Get out of my house. And never come
back.
The worst he could have done, if I did return, would be to file a
restraining order, but I didn t tell him that. I left, swinging the
satchel over my shoulder, and actually felt good on the walk
through the growing darkness back to my car. Once the sun cleared
the buildings downtown, Calgary got cold.
152
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
CHAPTER 14
It occurred to me, yet again, that I still didn t know Patrick s
cell phone number. I called Amanda s house instead, but it rang
and went straight to voice mail. I told her and Patrick that I d
survived and that everything went well. Just after I hung up, the
phone rang again.
I thought for a second it was Amanda, or Patrick, calling me
right back, but it was Gwen. Pan must have called her as soon as
I d left the room.
If you had told me what you were doing, I would have told
you to forget it, she snapped.
I waited, not apologizing, and wondered if she noticed.
For your stunt, I should keep your bonus, she continued.
But I m not going to. It will be waiting for you when you come in
153
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
to see me tomorrow morning bright and early. Until then.
Thank you, I said, but she d already hung up.
I got back to the car and threw the satchel into the backseat.
Traffic moved just as heavy as it had been when I d driven out of
town the first time. I drove straight back to Amanda s, and I had a
much more Zen-like calm about me. I did miss my house, but
dully. The real acute pain came when I thought that Patrick could
have been alone in it. I couldn t have protected him all the time. I
didn t want to think of how exposed he was.
Any house, even Amanda s, could be breached, but driving
through all the extra security did relax the knot that had formed.
The house, as it came into view, glowed with light. I parked the
Honda and got out. Even before I approached the house the front
door flew open. Patrick ran out.
He threw himself on me. He obviously didn t know his own
strength. We fell back and my breath was knocked from me. When
I got it back, the cold stones under my ass left me near speechless.
Rather than get up, though, Patrick pinned my arms over my
head and kissed me. You didn t die, he told me, as if I hadn t
already figured that out.
I might still, I managed. Patrick kissed me again, sliding
down against my body, and probably would have done more if
Amanda hadn t delicately cleared her throat behind us.
Patrick got off, albeit reluctantly. It took me a moment later.
Amanda kissed my other cheek.
I didn t think you d be home, I said. It s not past midnight
yet.
I heard about your house on the news. You should have called
me.
I should have. She waved off any apology I would have given,
154
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
and led the way back to the house.
Is it over? Patrick asked.
Yes. Your father should be getting stronger. I don t know if
I ve reversed anything, but he s not going to get any worse.
Patrick nodded, silent for a good moment before taking my
hand again and squeezing it. Good.
And I freed August.
Who?
The demon.
Oh, Patrick said. Good for you.
And I got a nifty knife.
He looked at my strangely, but then kissed me again.
Supper waited in the oven, just a little something her
housekeeper had whipped up before going off duty for the night.
The roast and all the fixings took three trips to the table to bring it
all out. I hadn t realized how hungry I felt until I smelled the beef.
Amanda opened a bottle of an amazing French red, and we
finished it off in front of the roaring fire in the den.
I don t really remember what we talked about, so it couldn t [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]