Blood and Sin (The Infernari Book 1) by Laura Thalassa, Dan Rix Read Free Book Online Page A

chains, playing with it as I glanced around. I was free from the bindings, but not free from the metal box I was imprisoned in.
    No windows. Two doors. I tried the handle for both. Neither gave.
    No windows and two locked doors, I amended.
    I twisted around, looking at the wall my back rested against. A small, closed slot was embedded into it. I pried at the edges until I managed to slide it back.
    I caught a glimpse of the interior of Asher’s car, the section not meant for prisoners. Impeccably clean, save for the weaponry. None of it, unfortunately, was within arm’s reach.
    Cruel, wily human.
    I still clutched the chains, and as my anger got the better of me, I silently gathered them into my fist then threaded my arm through the slot.
    Asher heard the clank of metal.
    “What the—?”
    Too late.
    I threw my chains at him. The metal links whipped against his face, not enough to hurt him, unfortunately. But the bastard was surprised.
    The car swerved, and I heard someone honk their horn.
    “Clever girl . . . you’re going to regret doing that,” Asher said.
    “I regret nothing .”
    The vehicle slowed, pulling off the road.
    He killed the engine, and the silence that followed felt ominous.
    Asher sat there for a second. Then casually he reached across to the seat next to him and grabbed his gun.
    Fear threaded its way through me.
    “I’m awfully curious about your healing ability, demon. The scope of it, the limitations ,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.
    This was where it would begin.
    Asher got out of the car only to slide into the back row of seats. He was so close I could almost grab him.
    He studied me through the slot, and behind the stoic calculation in his eyes I swear I caught a flicker of anger. Endless, bottomless anger. He shored it up inside him like I did magic.
    “We could test the limitations now, or you could settle the fuck down and let me drive.”
    “Damn you to a thousand deaths, Asher.” I don’t know if I ever met a more depraved being in all the worlds.
    He looked bored. “Will you behave?”
    I sank away from the opening.
    “I’m taking that as a yes, demon, only because I’m not interested in cleaning blood off my car twice in one day.”
    I worked my jaw. “My name is Lana .”
    Asher leaned forward. “Because you creatures are so dense, I will tell you again: I don’t give a shi—”
    I lunged forward, my hand darting through the opening to swipe him.
    He jerked back just in time, his face a mere breath away.
    When he recovered, the corner of his mouth curved up. “Careful now, demon . . . that temper’s going to get you into trouble.”

Chapter 5
    Asher
    As I turned into the Tudor-style estate house an hour west of DC, I surveyed the steep gabled roof and half-timbered walls for signs of a break-in. But if demons had beat me here, they were exercising uncharacteristic restraint. Place looked untouched.
    My safe house.
    Nicole had inherited it from her parents when they died in a car crash, and over the years I’d fortified it into a fortress.
    I pushed the remote clipped to the sunvisor and took the Hummer down the cobblestone driveway into a bunker-like garage, where a blast door sealed shut behind me. From outside, it looked like a normal garage door.
    Nothing here was normal.
    The entire subterranean level had been built to withstand a siege—reinforced concrete walls, diesel generator and battery backup, water and rations to last six months. The contractors had been led to believe they were building a bomb shelter.
    I called it my safe house, but really, this was my only house—not counting my one-bedroom apartment in LA.
    I parked and sat for a moment, breathing heavily.
    What a clusterfuck I’d gotten myself into.
    I reached back and opened the slot to the cage.
    “Demon, talk to me.” I watched the rectangular opening, hand on my gun in case she tried anything again. “How you doing back there?”
    “Die in hell,” she grumbled. By the sounds of