Getting Familiar with Your Demon: That Old Black Magic, Book 4 by Jodi Redford Read Free Book Online Page B

security.”
    She shrugged. “Yes, but you obviously have clearance. You don’t have to worry about being apprehended.”
    “Like hell I don’t. You know damn well it’s impossible to traffic souls from sector nine.”
    Pricilla’s smile dripped with acid sweetness. “I have the utmost faith in your abilities.”
    Didn’t that just make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Who is it I’m supposed to bring back?”
    “That isn’t something for you to concern yourself with.”
    It took massive amounts of effort to unclench his teeth. “How do you expect me to fetch this soul if you don’t tell me who it is?”
    She tore off a corner of the envelope and jotted something on it before handing the scrap of paper to him. “This is the address where you’ll find the resident. That’s all you need to know at this point.”
    He eyed the number coordinates. They meant nothing to him. Not that he’d expected them to. In the seventy-eight years he’d been a soul collector he’d been dispatched to the restricted zone of the Death Wards a grand total of two times, and neither occasion had involved hauling back one of its denizens. As he’d already pointed out to Pricilla, that was a prohibited activity—one that would earn him a bullet in the brain. Or worse. Which only made him all the more suspicious of what Pricilla had up her sleeve.
    If not for the fact the Samhain ball likely held his only shot at getting out from beneath Pricilla’s thumb, he’d be sorely tempted to postpone breaking his seal and track down this soul. He’d have to settle for passing the address to Nikki and Cass and see if they couldn’t dig up some information on it. Although sector nine was out of the grim reaper jurisdiction, the Lassiters had connections thanks to their demon ties.
    He pocketed the slip of paper, stashing it alongside the box of condoms. “Your wish is my command, oh mighty master.” He resisted the urge to sweep Pricilla a mocking bow.
    A menacing gleam hardened her expression. “That’s right, Samael. Remember it well in case you have any notion of undermining me. The misery you profess to have endured under Nettie? It’s nothing compared to what I am capable of delivering. Understood?”
    Fuck, he was going to enjoy destroying this bitch’s plans. “Implicitly.”
    “Good. Now leave. I have a ton of packing that still needs doing.” She waved him off like a bug that’d been annoyingly buzzing around her head.
    He gave Pricilla one final look, hoping with every breath in his body it’d be the last time he’d be forced to gaze upon her, or at least while under her control. Conjuring the image of his GTO, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again he was sitting behind the wheel of his vehicle. The warm, welcome smell of leather upholstery surrounded him an instant before the suffocating heat followed suit.
    Bloody hell. Talk about fucking hot. Sweat sliding down his forehead, he grimaced and dug in his jacket pocket, fumbling for the key. Locating it before he melted into an unrecognizable puddle, he twisted the key in the ignition and cranked down the windows. Six months of accumulated stale air escaped the vehicle. He struggled out of his jacket and dumped it on the passenger seat. The coolant finally kicked in, blasting him in the face with the full impact of its icy fury.
    He clicked the automatic door opener and glanced at the dashboard clock. Eight p.m. He had no idea how long this damn ball was going to run tonight. Hopefully he’d have enough time to find and seduce his potential brand-breaker into knocking boots and then high-tailing it out of there before anyone became wise to him.
    Realizing he had no clue where he was going, he rifled one-handed in his jacket until he located the checklist from Cass. At the bottom she’d scrawled directions to the Cosgrove mansion. The residency was in an affluent section of Savannah. He knew the area well, since it wasn’t far from one of his favorite