Undeniable (The Druids Book 1) by S. A. Archer, S. Ravynheart Read Free Book Online

when she was done wiping her hand on a napkin and gave the device her attention, he tapped the glass to start the playback.
    There, bigger than life, was a close-up of her and Malcolm plunging out of the Brightner Building just as it was crashing down.
    Granger tapped the screen to pause it. “That’s you, isn’t it? Great cheekbones, by the way. I think your eyeliner was a bit smudged there, though.”
    Not so much compliments as pointing out the clarity of the image.
    He pointed to Malcolm’s face, which was equally as defined. “This guy we’ve not identified yet.”
    With another tap, the video played once more, through the part where the two of them just vanished before they could hit the ground and be buried under the building toppling over them.
    “So, I know the guy’s not a vampire. Vampires can’t teleport.” He slid the phone back towards himself. “And neither can you, unless I’m missing something.”
    “Huh, that is weird,” she agreed. Her palm crushed down on the pulsing in her right temple. “So, what are the prevailing theories? You sure that wasn’t an alien abduction? Maybe the planet Venus was glaring off some swamp gas, or something freaky like that.”
    “The prevailing theory is that your savior is a demon.” Granger dropped this casually, as he stirred his coffee.
    London almost looked up at him in surprise. And if she had, it would have been a dead giveaway that she knew that wasn’t true. Even the fraction of a second of hesitation before she grunted another, “Huh,” that was supposed to sound like she was confused but thinking about the possibility, probably didn’t fool him. Picking up her sandwich, London pushed the conversation again, seeking any misdirection that volunteered itself. She’d rat out vampires, and even demons, if it protected the fey. “What does Interpol know about demons?”
    And in truth, she really didn’t think they’d have put stock into anything supernatural.
    “Usually, most large-scale, supernatural incidents can be linked to some demonic cause. Sometimes, they just like to stir things up, but more often it is infighting that triggers it.” Granger slid his phone back into his inside suit jacket pocket. “I spend most of my time hunting down these demons and eliminating the threat.”
    “Eliminating the threat. Doesn’t sound too cuddly. I don’t suppose these demons get a trial.” She bit into her sandwich and chewed as she finally made eye contact, finding him entirely serious in all that he was saying.
    “Have you ever tried to cuddle a demon?” He quirked up a half smirk.
    “Can’t say that I have,” she admitted. “So how does one generally go about hunting for a demon?”
    “Well, generally,” he nodded to her, as he stole her word, “we pick up the signature of their demonic residue, and use that to track them down. Only,” he pulled the spoon from his cup, tapped off a lingering drop, and set it aside on the saucer as he lifted the cup towards his mouth, “this time there was no residue. Not a single iota of it.”
    “Huh,” she said again, like she didn’t have a clue what to make of that. “Weird.” This was definitely an extra-pickle conversation. Some people turned to chocolate, London found her comfort food in the form of pickles. She picked up the next one and speared it into the honey mustard.
    “So, if he’s not a vampire, and he’s not a demon, then what is he?” Granger asked, relaxing back in his chair, done with his little presentation and ready for London to fill in his blanks for him.
    This was why people didn’t like coppers. Especially clever ones.
    London turned towards the waitress, lifting a finger to get her attention. “More pickles?”
    “Pickles are not going to get you out of this one.” He glanced up as the waitress delivered a plate with pickles and more honey mustard. “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”
    Once the plate arrived, London proceeded to eat as if just sitting