For three years, paranormal courier Frank Corrigan has been working for incubus demon Cael Berith. Cael knows Frank is his mate, but Frank is pretty sure Cael doesn’t even like him, never mind want to spend the rest of his life with him, so their personal relationship is at an impasse. When Frank’s sister, Lindsey, gets bitten by a werewolf she's sleeping with—and possibly witnesses a murder—Frank rides to her rescue. If he’s lucky, he might just save his love life too.
THE knock on the front door was a surprise. I grabbed my 9mm before I limped over to answer. My back had taken a pounding earlier, so I was walking a little stiffly.
“Yeah?” I yelled through the door.
“It’s Cael, open up.”
As I leaned against the doorframe, the knot in my gut loosened, and I let go of the breath I was holding. All that calm that came over me simply because I knew it was my boss on the other side.
Resting my forehead against the cool dark wood, I sighed. “What do you want?”
“There was blood on the statue of Ra, and when I tasted it, it was yours.”
Leave it to him to lick dried blood off something. “So?”
“So why are you bleeding? You were simply supposed to pick up the artifact and take it to Topper.”
“I’m your courier,” I reminded him. “I always bleed.”
“My boss is a demon,” I reminded him, chuckling. “All his clients are monsters… sometimes it gets messy.”
“I would have never sent you out alone if I thought you would be in danger. I would have sent backup or—”
“The last guy you sent as my backup, I ended up having to save him. I think it’s safe to say at this point that I’d rather just go by myself.”
“Fuck no,” I growled through the door. “Just go away. I’m beat.”
“Tell me what happened?”
“Charming was there,” I answered, like that was enough.
I heard him bump against the door. “You’re the only one who calls him that.”
My smile was probably resigned. The claw marks on my left forearm I had not gotten around to wrapping yet were still oozing blood. “No, I’m not.”
“He’s a werewolf. How are you even alive if you tangled with him?”
“He doesn’t want to get shot with irradiated mercury, and honestly… I think he’s getting used to me.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that when we run into each other, when he’s hired to steal something that I’m supposed to pick up or deliver, we don’t draw our weapons anymore. He just throws me around.”
“Which is impressive considering I make,” I paused to think, “like, two of him.”
“But that’s how you know he’s a werewolf. He can bench a guy twice his weight.”
“Maybe three times,” I added thoughtfully.
“Open the door.”
“No.” I had to think. “Three times is stupid, and a bit self-deprecating, but two for sure.”
“Go away,” I said firmly.
“I command you to open the door.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Did you just try and use your …