Chapter 121
BOOK 3: THE UNLIKEABLE DEMON HUNTER: NEED
"I could do with a boy or a burrito." I rubbed my belly, the silky material of the long-sleeved tunic that I wore as a mini dress sliding under my fingers. Were TV shows and book covers to be believed, I'd stake out my prey with a sleek fall of hair, clad in head-to-toe leather. Too bad my curls were allergic to flat irons and tight leather pants gave me yeast infections. Learned that the hard way.
"In that order?" My twin brother Ari was a disembodied voice in the shadows.
I side-stepped the run-off dripping from the broken rain spout onto the alley's cobblestones, thinking fondly of my double-breasted, classic trench coat back inside the bar. "Depends on how good the burrito is."
The bar's dented back door crashed open, releasing a spill of music, a sharp blast of chatter, and two demons glamoured up to look human.
I jerked my chin at them. "Took you long enough."