Demon's Daughter: A Cursed Book by Amy Braun Read Free Book Online

to beauty, and there wasn’t a woman alive who was more beautiful than Dro. Things got messy when men lusted too heavily after her, or women tried to beat her on sight out of jealousy. That was when I got involved, and they paid a serious price.
    But I didn’t get that sense from this kid. At least not yet. I could feel Dro moving behind me, her nerves raw and evident.
    “Please,” she said. “We need a place to stay until the rain stops.”
    She hadn’t added that our entrance here wasn’t random. One thing at a time, I suppose.
    “We’ll clean up the floor,” she added. “We didn’t mean to barge in here, but the storm was bad and… And we didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
    He kept staring at her. I wondered if he recognized her from the Wanted lists, where she was listed as my accomplice, but doubted it. If he had, then he would have had to recognize me. Instead, he didn’t even notice that I was the wall between him and Dro. He was too amazed by her.
    “No worries,” he smirked. “I’ll get you some towels. I might be able to find some spare clothes for you to borrow so the ones you’re wearing can dry out.”
    Dro smiled. “That would be great, thank you.”
    “Not a problem. I’ll be right back.”
    “Wait a second,” I said, before he could take off. “We’re coming with you.”
    He frowned at me. “Look, my dad made me clean the whole house yesterday. I’d really don’t want to do it again.”
    “Tough. We’re going with you.” No way I was letting him take off alone to call the cops on us.
    The kid looked past me to Dro.
    “She has serious trust issues,” Dro explained. “But I promise we won’t make any trouble.”
    He glanced at me with uncertainty, but agreed. “Okay, fine. This way.”
    I let Dro go in front of me, glancing in the living room as the kid walked us toward the end of the hall. He stopped at the far door and pulled it open. My hand slipped to my hatchet, my body tensing.
    The kid flicked on the lights to the bathroom and rummaged around the linen cabinet for a pair of towels. He turned and handed them to me. I pulled them from his hands a little too aggressively, handing one to Dro before wiping down my face with the other. I shook out my hair, but kept my jacket on. There was no need to show the kid how many weapons I was carrying. I was going to have to empty my backpack at some point and make sure my supplies dried out. It sucked that we were going to have to throw out the leftovers from this morning.
    “Do you guys want something hot to drink?” the kid asked.
    We looked up at him. “Would it be too much to ask?” Dro asked hesitantly.
    He waved his hand. “Nah, not at all.” He squinted at Dro, then pointed his finger at her. “Let me guess. Hot chocolate with marshmallows and cinnamon.”
    She blinked, grinning. “Good guess, especially the cinnamon part.”
    I looked at the kid suspiciously. It wasn’t hard to guess that Dro liked hot chocolate, even narrowing it down with the marshmallows. But the cinnamon… That made me wary.
    He turned his eyes to me. “And you probably want black coffee, maybe with some kind of alcohol in it.” He held out his hands innocently. “Which I’m fresh out of, unfortunately. Dad and I aren’t heavy drinkers.”
    He grinned his goofy grin again, but I was becoming more apprehensive about him. He must have noticed, because his smile faded again. He cleared his throat and edged his way past me to the kitchen. I watched his back for a moment before following him.
    “Anything I should know about him?” I muttered to my sister for supernatural insight.
    She shook her head. “He seems okay, but there’s something weird about him.”
    “Weird how?”
    “I can’t explain it, but he has something extra in his mind. Maybe it’s another sense,” she looked at him from the doorway of the kitchen. “He’s different. Special.” She turned her head up to me again. “But I can’t read anything on him to believe