Demons (Eirik Book 1) by Ednah Walters Read Free Book Online Page B

of ourselves. And Zack will probably be there.”
    “Okay. Curfew is midnight.”
    That was easy. Too easy. I frowned at Hayden talking to a couple. She was laughing. Hayden wasn’t the type to smile at strangers, let alone laugh. “No more Davies tailing me, Dad. You promised.”
    Silence, then a long sigh that said he’d planned to do exactly that. Davies had cop written all over him. “Everyone knows him, and he completely screwed up my evening last time.”
    “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll find the youngest officer, and no one will suspect he is not a teenager.”
    The last time the department had a new recruit was ten years ago. All the officers were old and married. At least Davies was nice.
    “That’s okay, Dad. I’m okay with Davies. Talk to you later.”
    I hung up and went back to join Hayden. The couple she had been talking to was walking away. The guy looked back and nodded, and my jaw dropped.
    He was gorgeous with tattoos on his neck and arms, a Goth necklace and studs, and the most amazing violet eyes I’d ever seen on a man or woman. All I saw of the girl was her back, but they both wore black pants, hooded dusters that reached their ankles, and fingerless gloves. I guess Halloween came early—or they were on their way to a Comic Con.
    “Who is that?” I asked, wishing he would look back again.
    “TC customers,” Hayden said.
    Witches. Made sense. “Are they a couple?”
    She threw me a weird look. “I don’t know. Why?”
    “He has gorgeous eyes.” I fanned myself. “Are they local? Do they come to the store often?”
    Hayden rolled her eyes. “Only when they are passing through town. Your cousin is here,” she said.
    I looked up just as Zack reached us. His eyes went to Hayden and stayed. “You guys came to watch me practice?” he asked.
    “Was that what you were doing out there?” Hayden retorted. “I’ve seen better peewee football drills.”
    “Want to show me how it’s done? A tackle maybe. Or body slam?” He ran his eyes up and down her body. “I wouldn’t mind,” he added with a smirk.
    “That was the corniest line you’ve ever pulled out of your ass,” Hayden said.
    I agreed. My cousin was losing his touch. Instead of interrupting them, I backed away until I reached the bleachers. One of these days, they’d stop tap-dancing around each other and get a room. Zack called Hayden Ice Princess while she called him a man-whore, which he was. Girls threw themselves at him all the time, and he hooked up with them with no intention of dating them. He and Hayden would be great together. She didn’t put up with his bullshit, and he actually got her to say more than a sentence.
    I sat on the nearest bleacher and everything went black. It took me a moment to realize I’d projected into a room, a very dark room with torches on the walls. How was this possible? I didn’t see any aura before it happened. And who used torches in this day and age?
    I turned around, the cold crawling under my skirt. I’d never reacted to the temperature in the astral plane. I crossed my arms and rubbed them.
    “Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here?” a voice demanded, and I whipped around.
    A guy stood at the other end of the room, and from his tone, he was pissed. I peered at him. Blond hair and a face that was gorgeous. Strong jawline. High cheekbones. Slashes of eyebrows above ridiculously long lashes. Okay, beautiful face, yet masculine.
    I never liked pretty boys. It was hard to tell the color of his eyes because he wasn’t looking at me. He kept pacing. He was tall, which made me at five-five and three-quarters feel like a midget. Lean too, like a ball player. Never liked jocks either or I would have dated one of Zack’s friends behind his back. He tended to be overly protective, but when I wanted something, I tended to bulldoze through obstacles.
    What the hell was I doing? My presence meant I was supposed to help him, not ogle him and think about dates, or lack thereof.