“I can stay. I onl—”
“Go. Go have fun.”
Remy nodded and put the cloth and cleaning products down. She turned back to Steve. “Um…just let me get changed.”
Steve’s eyes raked her up and down, lingering on her breasts that were pushed up. He cleared his throat. “You’re fine in what you’re wearing.”
Remy looked down at her black jeans and tight blue tank top. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll grab my purse, and I—”
“No, you don’t need it. Let’s go.”
Bill chuckled and shooed them out of the pub.
Steve had a red Commodore sedan. He opened the passenger door and she got in. He drove out of the small town, and Remy nibbled her lips as her stomach got worse. Steve talked during the entire trip, asking about where she was from, if she was going to stay where she was, and if she liked her job. Remy told him mostly the truth, where she’d lived, what she did, and that she didn’t have a destination, she was happy just exploring. By the end of the long drive Remy could tell he was fishing for why she’d left.
The restaurant he took her to was nice, but she could barely eat, because her stomach felt so off. Everything was so wrong. She stared at Steve and realized he was what she usually went for—he was hot. Well, she would have thought he was hot before, but since she met werewolves and shifters, Steve was average. The problem was she kept comparing everything about him to Arden. At just the thought of him her stomach eased and her eyes closed to picture him. She groaned. Crap, this wasn’t going to work.
“Are you okay?”
Remy opened her eyes to see Steve looking at her, concern clear on his face.
“Yes… No. I need air. I don’t feel so good.” She didn’t. Remy couldn’t do this anymore. She wanted to go home. She needed her friends, and although Steve seemed nice, he wasn’t for her. Remy was destined for someone else.
Steve paid for dinner and they took a short walk so she could clear her head and get some air. They were on their way back to Steve’s car when they heard cries for help.
Steve told her to stay there and call triple 0 and get help. Remy pulled out her phone that she only called Eve on and was about to call triple 0, when she heard the familiar snarl of a demon. So instead, she called Eve.
“Eve, I’m at Riverton. I’ve just come into contact with demons. On the third alley and corner of seven street.”
“Remy, run. There are shifters in that town. I’ll call now.” Eve hung up, and Remy knew she should do as Eve said, but she couldn’t leave.
“Fucking hell, I must be stupid.” Using her fire element, she heated up her body, then ran down the alley, swearing at the sight that greeted her. Steve’s battered body lay in a heap beside two women who cowered in a corner next to a car. They covered themselves as gray pig creatures with spiky, bat-like wings called minions flew at them. Four werewolves attacked three massive red demons, who were at least ten or twelve feet tall.
A yelp of pain had Remy jumping into action. She ran forward and lobbed a ball of fire at the minions and then another. Standing in front of the women and Steve, she killed all the minions before she ran over to a half-changed wolf who looked surprised to see her.
“Give me one of your iced weapons,” Remy demanded of the shocked werewolf.
He didn’t hesitate and gave her the one in his hands while they dodged demons’ tails. Heating her body up as much as she could, careful not to burn her clothes off, she slashed at the demons’ tails.
When one demon’s tail was cut off she knew what she had to do. She remembered watching what the others had done to kill a demon. Running around behind the demon, she jumped on its back, biting her lip to stop her cries of pain as the spikes stuck into her. She took a breath and climbed up the huge demon’s back. The demon started bucking and flung himself around. The werewolf kept him distracted, but his hands came around, trying to grab her, and she stabbed him and burned him.
Remy reached the top and told herself over and over that she could do this. Holding the blade, she circled his neck and pulled the blade toward herself. The blade was super sharp, and the demon’s skin at his neck was softer than anywhere else and the long knife sliced through. The demon’s blood had her screaming in pain as the acid hurt her. With no other choice, she heated her whole body, not worrying about her clothes. The blood hurt less and the fire over her body burnt the blood. When the demon’s head fell to the ground Remy knew she needed to get off before the huge body followed the head. Taking a deep breath, she jumped, feeling the jarring pain in her knees as they took the brunt of her fall.