Jenna Black - The Devil Inside

I held up both hands. “TMI, Adam.”

He laughed. “Don’t you want to know how I comforted him afterward?”

I shot him my most vicious glare, but I knew I was blushing again. My mind glommed on to an image of Adam’s naked butt-not that I’d ever seen it, mind you! — doing wicked things. The thought should have been icky, but that wasn’t exactly how I reacted to it. My own reaction…Now, that was icky!

I shook the image off as best I could. “So are you planning to hurt me?” I crossed my arms over my chest, coincidentally pressing the edges of my robe more tightly together.

His smile was almost condescending. “I never hurt anyone for sport without their consent.” The intensity came back into his eyes, and I had to fight the urge to take a step back from him. “I must admit, I’d really like to, though. There’s only so much Dominic can take these days, and I’ve got plenty of excess…energy. Maybe someday I’ll find a way to persuade you to consent.”

“Hah! Hell will freeze over first.”

He grinned at me. “I’ll start praying for an ice age, then.”

I wanted to slap that grin off his face. “Are we finished here? Will you get out of my house now?”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“What if I asked really, really nicely?”

“You don’t have it in you to ask nicely, love.” He seemed to have gotten over his anger, or at least buried it under something else. Amusement, I guess. I liked it better than the anger, but only marginally.

I sighed. “Any chance I could get you to stop calling me ‘love’?”

“Sure. Offer me some hospitality.”

I didn’t like the glint in his eye. “What kind of hospitality?” I couldn’t have sounded more suspicious if I’d tried.

“A drink would be nice. I want to talk to you about the murder charge. I found out something that I think you should know.”

Okay, he’d piqued my interest. “I’ll go put some clothes on. You can wait in the living room.” I gestured with my hand.

Adam’s grin was pure mischief with a lust chaser. “You don’t need to dress up on my account.”

I thought of any number of snappy comebacks, but I figured they’d only make things worse. I pointed imperiously at my couch. “Sit. Stay. I’ll be back.”

I heard him chuckling to himself as I turned my back and made for my bedroom. Putting some clothes on and climbing out the window made for a tempting fantasy, but if he really had learned something important, then I had to know. Of course, considering how he felt about me right now, I didn’t know why he’d want to share information.

Adam was turning out to be quite the little enigma, and I didn’t like it one bit.

I dug out one of my old pairs of jeans, the ones I’d bought before the low-rise style came into fashion, and put on a baggy sweatshirt that I’d stolen from Brian one night when he’d wreaked havoc on my blouse. The combination made me as shapeless as possible, which I figured was a good thing considering how Adam kept looking at me. I wondered if Dominic would object to him looking at a woman that way. Then I wondered why he and Dominic still seemed to be an item now that Dominic’s demon was gone. Then I wondered why I was wondering and pushed the subject forcefully out of my mind.

I regretted my choice of outfit as soon as I walked back into the living room. Adam took one look at me and started to laugh. I plopped onto the yellow love seat and allowed myself to sink into the cushions.

“You were afraid I’d jump your bones if you didn’t dress like a bag lady?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching with humor. I noticed for the first time that he had laugh lines around his eyes. If he weren’t a gay demon with a penchant for S&M — heavy on the S — I might have found that sexy.

I stuck my chin out. “You mean to tell me you don’t know you’ve been looking at me like I was Little Red Riding Hood and you were the Big Bad Wolf?”

He sobered a little, but there was still a hint of humor in his eyes. “No, you’re right. I’ve been laying it on rather thick.” The last of the humor faded. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Morgan. I wouldn’t hurt you without consent, and I’m not into rape.”

“Yeah, you’re just an all-around nice guy.”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“You said you had information for me. Why don’t we call a halt to the verbal sparring and get to that part.”

“Fair enough. When Dominic called to tell me you’d stopped by, I knew it hadn’t been out of the goodness of your heart.” I winced, but he ignored me. “I figured it meant you suspected him of setting you up. So I asked him about it.”

My eyebrows reached for my hairline. “You asked your lover if he’d framed me for murder? I guess I’m not the only one with trust issues.”

He waved my snarky comment away. “I knew he didn’t do it. But I also knew if anyone wanted to get you in trouble, they might reasonably think Dominic would want in on it. Why commit a crime yourself if you can manipulate someone else into doing it for you? So I asked him if anyone had asked any probing questions about you since the exorcism. He said no — at first. Then I asked who all he’d talked to since then, and a very interesting name came up. And when he thought about it a little more, Dominic realized this person had poked at him to see how he felt about you.”

“You know, anytime you want, you can stop being coy and just spit it out.”

“All right. I’m talking about your brother, Andrew.”

I clenched my teeth. It shouldn’t have been so painful to hear yet another piece of evidence that Andrew was my enemy. Lugh had pretty much tried and convicted him already. And he wasn’t really my brother anymore, he was the demon Raphael.

Logic be damned, it hurt anyway.

“Just to be sure, I got hold of the 911 call. It was anonymous, made from the victim’s house, and there were no fingerprints on the phone. The voice was muffled, but I’m pretty sure it was Andrew’s.”

I took a deep breath. “So why are you here talking to me? Why aren’t you arresting Andrew?”

“My jurisdiction is violent crime. A 911 call isn’t a violent crime.”

“Performing an illegal exorcism is!”

“Is your brother an exorcist?”

He knew the answer to that, because there’s no such thing as a demon exorcist. Of course, a few days ago I’d have said there was no such thing as a demon who could possess you without you knowing it, so what did I know?

“If he called from the house,” I argued, “then he’s at least an accomplice.”

But Adam shook his head. “My evidence against him is that he talked to Dominic yesterday and I think I recognize his muffled voice on the phone. Not enough. Not even close. But it’s enough for me to tell you to watch your back.”

I cocked my head at him. His face radiated sincerity. “Why would you care? You hate me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t hate you. I’m mad at you. If you don’t know the difference between the two, then it’s you who needs to get help, not Dominic.”

Geez, did Dominic repeat our conversation word for word?

Adam stood up in one fluid movement. I had to fight my way out of the depths of the cushions. About as graceful and fluid as a hippo.

“I’ll get out of your hair now,” he said. “You have changed your alarm code, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

He nodded his approval, and I walked him to the door. I thought I was going to be rid of him, but he paused in the doorway and reached under his jacket.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said. His hand emerged from his jacket, and he was holding a Taser out to me, butt first. “If you’ve got mysterious masked men breaking into your house at all hours of the night, you probably shouldn’t be unarmed.”