Chapter 60
BOOK 2: THE UNLIKEABLE DEMON HUNTER: STING
"Shove it in already," I said through gritted teeth. My back was freezing from the damp, flaking basement concrete I lay against, while the two-foot-long, rat-shaped demon pinning me down was doing shit for my front.
Rohan Mitra, rock star turned demon hunter, shook his tousled dark hair, his full lips puckering in obvious disgust. "I'm not putting my finger in there. You want it so badly, do it yourself."
I slammed an elbow into the underside of the vral's jaw, whipping her head sideways, intent on keeping the demon's double row of razor-sharp incisors out of my shoulder. One bite and I'd be paralyzed.
And lunch.
"Now you're going to get all pussy about sticking your finger places it doesn't belong?"
"I'll reconsider if she begs as nicely as you did, Nava."
The vral snapped her teeth, the sound a loud crack in my ear. Her dank, rotten-meat belch wafted over me.