Chapter 13

“What?” asked Archer, picking up what looked like a chicken leg.

Kev looked bored, disinterested in the food, which really seemed like a feat. The demon shrugged. Didn’t matter to Archer—Kev was operating on Archer’s schedule after all. He took a bite of the chicken and froze at the taste, the texture. It was suddenly gummy, pasty in Archer’s mouth, and worse than that, it tasted like nothing at all. It smelled so good, looked so good, and yet tasted like nothing. Archer tossed the chicken down on his plate, spat out what he’d bitten off.

“What. The. Fuck,” he said. “Kev.”

“It’s Hell,” said the demon.

“That explains this?” Archer had never felt so betrayed by food. “It’s worse than a weird flavor, it’s nothing.”

“You can get used to a weird flavor, right? Even like it.” Kev sighed when Archer looked over at him, and Archer guessed he’d be running a hand through his hair if he wasn’t bound. After a moment, he flashed a grin. “Probably explains why blood’s so good.”