The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz #1)(95)

“Admit it. You’re the devil.” I trained my eyes on the shadowy corner of this dump but didn’t see any other movement.

“Nice to see I’ve risen in the hierarchy of Hell during our brief acquaintance.” With a snap of his wrist, Rohan flicked the demon over to me.

Baby vral plopped at my feet with a wet splat, still quivering.

“Don’t say I never give you anything,” he said.

“I couldn’t possibly accept. You caught it. You kill it.”

Rohan waved a hand at me. “I insist.”

I toed the baby vral. Hmm. I stood behind it, which meant its eyeballs faced Rohan. “I serve at the pleasure of my commanding officer.” Barely hiding my snigger, I nailed its eyeball with a concentrated stream of electricity, killing the demon with a tad too much enthusiastic zeal.

Her entire body exploded. Pus, guts, and fur flew, dousing our immediate area like the splash zone after Shamu bellyflopping at SeaWorld. Her various bits then winked into oblivion like they were supposed to when a demon was offed, but the damage had been done.

Rohan remained pristine. He looked like a god and I looked like the aftermath of a Dumpster fire. A dank, gooey, Dumpster fire of demon pus. Awesome.





Acknowledgments


First and foremost, thank you to my two secret weapons without whom, this book would only have amused me. Alex Yuschik, I officially give you rock star editor status. You always understand what I’m trying to do and then push me to go farther and be better. Rudy Thauberger, my “nerd editor” extraordinaire, you are amazing and insightful and I look forward to many more nerd talks with you.

Big thanks to Dr. Marc Nantel for the magic chats, Ita Margalit for reading this and saying that she enjoyed it like a real book and not just written by her friend, and Bryn Donovan for her eyes on a very early draft.

To my romance peeps who populate my happy corner of the internet, all the good karma and your favorite things to you. You authors keep me sane, make me laugh, and generously share your wealth of knowledge and experience.

And last, but never ever least, thank you to my husband and daughter for not resorting to physical bodily harm when I’m zoned out at the computer yet again. I love you two crazy, ridiculous amounts.





About the Author


I’m Deborah (pronounced deb-O-rah) and I write sexy, funny, urban fantasy.

I decided at an early age to live life like it was a movie, as befitted a three-syllable girl. Mine features exotic locales, an eclectic soundtrack, and a glittering cast–except for those two guys left on the cutting room floor. Secret supernatural societies may be involved.

They say you should write what you know, which is why I shamelessly plagiarize my life to write about witty, smart women who kick-ass, stand toe-to-toe against infuriating alphas, and execute any bad decisions in indomitable style.

“It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”