The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz #1)(74)

“Bhenchod!” That sounded like an excellent curse. I’d have to ask him about it later.

Rohan shoved me out into the hallway, slamming the door closed. “Jax demon. Toxic urine. It ate away the body. This is a relatively fresh kill.”

“Ate him out, then ate him. Hope it was worth it.”

Rohan grimaced. “Montague fucked that thing? What is it with people and demon sex?”

I shrugged. “Couldn’t tell you. Though your subject and object are reversed. Montague being the fuckee and thus the object of the sentence.”

He made a call. “Drio? I need a clean up.” He filled him in as quickly as possible. “Now,” he said in a voice far too sweet, his phone held out to me, “let’s try this again.”





20





“Leonie is my high school best friend.” I slung an arm around her, the two of us huddled together on her sofa under her giant framed poster of Andy Warhol’s large multi-colored flowers.

“Best friend since high school,” she clarified. “On my end, I wasn’t on a break.”

I elbowed her side. Yeah, but she hadn’t called me either so it’s not like my existence mattered. No, I couldn’t let this memory loss bullshit mess with my head.

“Best friends. With a demon.” Rohan paced in front of us, every now and again stopping to shake his head like he couldn’t believe the level of stupidity in this room. “Demons and Rasha can’t be friends.”

Finally. I let out a relieved sigh that he’d conceded I was Rasha.

I threaded my fingers through Leo’s. “That’s the problem with Rasha males. They see everything in black and white. It’s a dangerous way to live.”

Rohan was turning “Nava Red” so I quickly added, “Leo is only a half-goblin and I didn’t know until last night she was even that. She’s also given the Brotherhood a lot of good intel.” I had no idea if that was true or not but I psychically willed Leo to confirm it.

She did. “I am a highly valuable informant.”

“We’ll see.” He grabbed a kitchen chair, since Leo’s funky open concept apartment was not all that big, and doing his backward straddle, sat down. “Tell me everything about how you got this case and I may let you live.”

“You’ll totally let her live,” I said, squeezing Leo’s hand for support. She’d gone a little pale.

“I haven’t even decided if I’m going to let you live.” He grinned at me. All teeth, the way a shark would while contemplating which part of your soft underbelly to rip into in the most painful death strike.

I shrank back into the sofa. “How’d you get the case, Leo?”

Apparently it had been a routine hire. The jax demon contacted Leo by email, the money wired to her account. She’d been given the time and the place of the meeting and told to record it.

“Why?” I asked.

Leo toyed with her long silver necklaces. “He didn’t say, but meeting with a Rasha like that? He probably wanted proof of identity in case the hunter wasn’t feeling cuddly post-coital.”

“Shouldn’t Montague have been more worried about the jax?” I said.

Leo shook her head. “It’s rare that jax kill.”

“He did in this case. On Asmodeus’ orders?” I asked Rohan.

“That’s my guess. Where’s the recording now?” Rohan’s hands hung loose and casual at his sides and even his voice sounded relaxed. Pure man candy. But he commanded the room like he was a conquering army of one, so assured of his right and might that all other lesser beings kneeled in his presence.

I fought the desire to present my throat to him like I was a werewolf and he was my alpha. Okay, yes, I read way too many shapeshifter romances.

Given Leo’s fidgeting, her desire to obey warred with her determination to stand her ground. “That recording is confidential. I’m not handing it over to Demon Club.”

Rohan smirked at her as if her little show of defiance was cute. He held up a finger. “One.” A blade snicked out of the end, startlingly loud in our tense silence. “Two.” A second finger and blade followed. There was no doubt in my mind he’d use them on her.

Leo muttered a bunch of expletives under her breath, but got up from the sofa, squeezing her right fist twice at me.

“Totally,” I agreed in a low voice, after she’d handed her digital recorder over to him.

“That was for you,” she said, “for having led him to my door.”

Rohan held up the device. “We’ll listen to it here. No one will be the wiser.”

Leo blinked at him. “Oh. You’re very–Well, thank you.”

Ugh. Rock fuck grin alert. “I am very,” he agreed.

“I know you are,” she said, all injustice forgiven.

“For the love of fuck,” I snapped, muscling in between them before they could keep verbally diddling each other, “hit play already.”

The recording yielded nothing other than confirmation of Montague’s identity and a lot of demon-human porn sounds.

Dusk was falling as Rohan and I headed back across the parking lot to the Shelby. The heavy gray clouds cast an ominous spell over the fading light. Darkness was going to be a step up.