Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(50)

Lucy puffed out her chest and stomped toward the two. Planting herself in between the two raging demonesses, she spread her arms, pushing them both apart. Lilith went hurtling against the wall, a large crack resounding throughout the room. Now that had to hurt.

In a just as loud clanking and clattering, Kalli flew into Gerardo’s station. Combs, shears, and curling irons lay askew on the floor. Double the pain, double the destruction. Demolition was now her middle name.

“There’s more where that came from,” she said, hands on hips.

“?Madre de Dios!” Gerardo flailed his hands. “My station’s ruined.”

“Nothing that can’t be cleaned up, right Kalli?”

“I suppose.” Kalli crossed their arm and huffed, angling a defiant glare at Lilith. What the hell? Were these women reliving their grade school years?

“Can’t we all just get along?” Frankie asked. His thick southern accent wafted through the air like an angel’s herald. Amen, Frankie.

Lilith threw up her arms and rolled her eyes. “Fine. For now.”

Kalli’s gaze darted around the room, then reluctantly focused on Lilith. “I suppose.”

“Kiss and make up,” Gerardo chimed in.

Rafe snorted. “You do realize the two spent time on a Greek island together.”

Aha! From the way these women acted like two wild minotaurs, she knew which one. “Crete?”

“No.” Rafe tugged at his luxurious locks.

She scratched her chin, channeling her high school geography class. Her teacher had been a huge ancient Greece fan. “Rhodes?”

“Rhode Island?” Frankie rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t a geography major, but I do know that’s not a real island.”

Everyone burst into laughter, including Rafe. His silver eyes sparked with mirth. Absolutely amazing.

Frankie bit his lip. “What’s so funny?”

“Duh,” Gerardo said with a roll of his eyes. “There’s a big different between the island of Rhodes and Rhode Island.”

Frankie shrugged then allowed a small smile to curve his lip. “I hated geography class.”

She ran out of islands to choose. There was only one left, and she didn’t want to go there.

“Lesbos?”

Kalli arched her glare from Lilith to plant it on Lucy. “Just because I was one of Sappho’s muses means nothing.”

Lucy’s head reeled from all this creepy reminiscing. Sappho’s muse? Suddenly, nothing about this woman surprised her. She stifled the giggle that threatened to spill. “That’s interesting.”

“I’ll have you know. I was Homer’s muse too. So I’d quit that train of thought.”

Okay, she’d had enough. She and Rafe were vacating—now. The sooner they were alone, the sooner she could learn how to block out the Misses-Pick-Your-Brains—both of them. She grabbed Rafe’s arm and yanked him toward the door. “We’ll be safe,” she said as she pushed the door open, not leaving him any chance to refuse.

“Fine,” Lilith said with a wave of her hand. “Don’t worry about Kalli and me wreaking havoc in your salon. I’m leaving. You know how to reach me.” She snapped her finger. In a swirl of fire and smoke, she spun into her more familiar form. Wild, violet, orchid-laden muumuu and tan orthopedic shoes adorned her now plump form. “See ya.” The high-pitched whine she remembered so well filled the salon.

“Mrs. Gunderson?” Frankie gasped, swooning to the floor.

Good ol’ Mrs. Henrietta Gunderson. She would miss that old broad.





Chapter 14


“Which car is Gerardo’s?” Rafe asked as the door shut behind them. He stood tall, the crisp cold air whipping his hair behind him. He kept his jaw firm as he gazed down at her. Damn! He was tall! Even at five-eight, Lucy wasn’t exactly short. But she was when she was with Rafe… massive… muscular… sexy. Her mind drifted back to earlier, to Rafe’s mouth on hers. She could still taste the spicy sweetness of peppermint as his tongue rolled against hers. She had to do it again!

Muscles strained against leather as he led her across the street to the parking lot. Her breath caught. He was magnificent. She fidgeted with her new designer sunglasses and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Snow swirled around them like big fluffy puffs of cotton. Some clung to his hair, sparkling against the sun’s rays. Once again, this man had rendered her speechless.

“Lucy!” His firm tone sent jolts of awareness racing through her.

“W-what?” she managed, glancing away sheepishly. Thank goodness, this man couldn’t read minds, or he’d know how badly she wanted to jump his demonic bones.

He raked a hand through long locks. “I asked which car was Gerardo’s.”

“Oh.” Come on brain, don’t fail me now. “Umm, the purple PT Cruiser over there,” she replied, pointing at Gerardo’s car. “So I suppose you can’t poof in broad daylight?”

Rafe nodded, his gaze searching. Silvery mists circled their depths, like two giant oceans. Deep and mesmerizing, like someone who’d experienced life. “You figured correctly.”

Blinking, she approached the car and laughed. “Funny, Gerardo,” she said, perusing his new bumper sticker. In big blue letters, with a rainbow in the corner, it read “We Are Everywhere.” Doo-bee-doo-bee-doo.