No Mercy by Sherrilyn Kenyon Read Free Book Online Page B

smile.
                Colt frowned. "What?"
                "Nothing." She didn't want to share it with him. She liked having it as something between her and Dev.
                I have lost my mind. Dev was impossible and annoying. And right now, he was covered in demon mucus.
                And still he'd been sexy.
                I am a seriously sick woman. Only the deranged could think a man covered in paranormal snot was hot.
                See what happens when you go a couple hundred years without sex. You lose your mind and all perspective.
                She turned her attention back to Colt. "You know, I mentioned to Dev earlier that I wondered if the Daimon you guys thought you saw might be a demon in disguise...."
                "No," Aimee said as she joined them. "He was a Daimon. No doubt about it. Believe it or not, we can tell the difference."
                Sam still wasn't convinced. Demons and Daimons weren't really that far apart on a subspecies scale. "Let's pretend for a minute that I'm right and he was a demon messing with you. Wouldn't all of this"--she gestured toward the demon remains--"make more sense?"
                Fang laughed low in his throat like he had a secret none of the rest of them knew. "Yes, but he was a Daimon. Trust me. I do know my demons."
                Why was he being so stubborn? "Some aren't that easy to spot."
                Fang snorted. "For you people. I happen to be a Hellchaser so trust me when I say I can tell when a demon is nearby. Spot over there is what woke me up out of dead sleep a few minutes ago. I knew the minute he changed from possessed human to demon and manifested his powers. It makes my skin burn and Daimons don't do that to me."
                Sam was unfamiliar with the term he'd used to describe himself even though he'd said it as if she should know. "What's a Hellchaser?"
                Fang flashed a cocky grin. "Dark-Hunters hunt Daimons. Hellchasers hunt demons. No matter what they do to disguise themselves, they can't hide from one of us for long. The minute they use their powers anywhere near us, we feel it. Just like you guys with your prey."
                He was right about that. As a Dark-Hunter, she could sense anytime a Daimon was anywhere near her. So it stood to reason that he'd have a similar power with his targets. "Then do you know why Spot was here?"
                "My job is to police them. I'm not their therapist or parole officer. He could have come in to harass me or just for a drink. With a demon, there's no telling. He might have even followed someone else in here for who knows what purpose."
                Sam gave Fang a droll stare as she mentally came to terms with the inevitable fact she'd been trying to avoid. Daimons walked in daylight and Fang was psychotic.
                "Fine." Disgusted with what she was forced to do, she pulled her glove off and went over to the snot that Max was in the process of cleaning up.
                Nice dragon to mop up without complaining. Though he did pause to give her a puzzled frown.
                "Don't ask." She knelt down and touched a small spot of the demon's remains. It was so cold and slimy...uuuggghhh! Trying not to think about that or the fact it was burning her fingertip, she closed her eyes and used her powers to conjure an image of the demon in his true form.
                Oh yeah, that was a face even his mother would cringe over. Slug demons weren't attractive. They looked like fat humanoid boars complete with tusks coming out of their chins and foreheads.
                But the things she saw playing through her mind were baffling. They made no sense whatsoever....
                She saw a place without daylight. Not a city in this world, but it was a city where the