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He clamped thick fingers around her arm to stop her from leaving. Marigold dug her hand into her purse and flung some magic powder in his eyes, her version of pepper spray.
    Unfortunately, he didn’t react like a normal man would. Then again, that might have had a lot to do with the fact he wasn’t human !
    Holy freaking moly!
    Her blond Ken doll shed his human guise kind of like the alien in Men in Black . He sloughed off his human skin off to reveal a very ugly creature dressed still in jeans and a t-shirt strategically ripped to allow its spines to poke through. With horns protruding from his forehead and the red glow of his eyes, it didn’t take a genius to point out she’d just met her very first demon.
    Marigold lost a few precious seconds to shock. After all, it wasn’t everyday she ran into a denizen of Hell. By the time she ordered her feet to run, the demon had already grabbed a hold of her and leered. Or grimaced, it was hard to tell with all the pointy teeth and hanging drool. Eew, no wonder he hides behind a mask.
    “Give me a kiss, baby,” it hissed, flicking out a forked tongue.
    “Oh, like, no bloody way,” she said, unable to stop the disgust in her tone.
    “Teasing slut,” it roared before pitching her. Marigold had a moment to enjoy flying for the first time before she crashed into a wall hard and slumped down, spots dancing before her eyes.
    Dazed, she could only sit on the ground and watch as two sets of blurry legs approached and stopped in front of her. For a moment, she wondered if the demon had cloned itself. She blinked and her double vision cleared. That was better, only one pair of legs. Her ears rang, but even through that annoying sound and the nausea churning her stomach, she had no trouble recognizing the sound of a zipper lowering.
    That doesn’t sound good.

Chapter Nine
    Mictain didn’t arrive in time to stop Marigold’s impromptu flight and intimate encounter with the wall, but he was behind the demon when it yanked down its zipper.
    “Like bloody hell,” growled Mictain. “Get away from her.”
    The ugly pit demon whirled, its red eyes glaring at him. “This doesn’t concern you,” it hissed.
    “Wrong. The girl is mine.” Mictain enjoyed saying the possessive words.
    “Stupid human. I shall enjoy killing you.” The demon grinned with pointed teeth and slimy drool.
    He probably meant to appear scary, but Mictain laughed. He hung out with a lot worse back home. “Who said I was human?” Mictain then proceeded to show the beast the error of its ways. As an Aztec god, Mictain was far from normal. He was stronger, faster, and at his core, a natural born warrior, and of course, a god. A demon of the lower castes wasn’t even close to a match. With a few well-aimed blows, Mictain incapacitated the creature who thought to hurt his woman and sent him back to Hell for punishment. Lucifer frowned upon demons who preyed on the mortals for fun. Lucifer enjoyed explaining to breakers of this rule, usually with a sharp object, that the torture of mankind was his job.
    Danger taken care of, he turned his attention to Marigold, still ignobly splayed on the pavement, her eyelashes fluttering. He scooped her up with care then strode out of the alley and toward her apartment.
    “You with me, witch?” He suspected she’d sustained a concussion and wanted to keep her awake if possible.
    “Dat wasss hot,” she slurred against his chest.
    “I know I am. Silly witch. What were you thinking?” She didn’t answer, though. Her eyes shut and her head lolled against him. His anger burned at her injury and he wanted to bring the demon back so he could beat the fuck out of it again. How dare he touch my woman.
    He called for his reaper cloak, enveloping them within its folds and rendering them invisible. Or so he hoped. For all he knew, Marigold’s very presence would annul its magic. Not that he cared at this point; her wellbeing was more important than a few pointed stares from