Free Demon Love by Georgia Tribell Page B

your other weapons? The silver daggers are our last resort.”
    She stepped back away from him and wrapped the coat tighter about her body. “I thought about it, but I knew if my secondary weapon failed there wouldn’t be time for anything else. I didn’t have a choice, Kensington.”
    “I’m not sure I agree.” He turned and retrieved her duster from the ground. The coats were made from a high-tech material from his world that made them lightweight in addition to helping repel demon magic, but they didn’t protect from everything and they were useless against demon ash. The inside of each coat was customized to carry the preferred weapons of each hunter. He pulled Kendra’s secondary weapon and pointed it at the concrete wall, released the safety and pulled the trigger.
    Nothing.
    He fired again.
    Nothing.
    His stomach rolled and he felt ill. He dropped the gun back into its pocket, and then turned to Kendra. Even in the milky moonlight, he could see her pale face. Above the mask her large blue-green eyes filled with terror. He started toward her, but at that moment the decontamination unit rounded the corner. “Don’t say a word about this to anyone. Do you understand me?”
    “Yes.”
    Her voice was soft and carried a note of uncertainty. He clenched his fist to keep from going to her and pulling her into his arms. He forced his voice to be hard when he spoke. “After they’re finished with you, have Midnight drive you home. You’re done for the night.”
    The converted motor home stopped as close to them as it could. She looked at him with sad eyes before she turned away and started walking to the unit. He watched her disappear into the motor coach and wondered what the hell he was going to do about Kendra Morton.
     
    Kendra ate popcorn and watched as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers danced across the TV screen. She loved old sappy movies and their happy-ever-after endings. After all, wasn’t that what everyone was looking for in this imperfect world? She sighed as Fred took Ginger into his arms and for a brief moment, the pair on the screen turned into her and Thor. It was a wonderful little fantasy to take her away from the horrifying night she’d just had.
    The shrill ringing of the doorbell ended her musings. She glanced over at the clock and wondered who would be visiting at five in the morning. She stopped the movie and then put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. She stood and cautiously walked to the door. With a quick look through the peephole, she spotted Thor on the other side. She ran nervous fingers through her hair and adjusted the pajama bottoms and old college sweatshirt she wore. Wishing there was time to change, but knowing there wasn’t, she opened the door.
    Thor stood there wearing a black turtleneck, tan trousers and black loafers. She was so used to seeing him in his hunting gear, which consisted of leather pants, T-shirt, boots and duster, all in black, that she felt she was now looking at someone she didn’t know. Butterflies started to dance in her belly. “Hello.”
    “Sorry to bother you, but I figured you would still be up, and I wanted to see how you were doing.” His eyes moved over her slowly before returning to her face.
    The look he gave her felt more like a sensual caress than a health checkup. He might be here on the pretense of business, but she was sure his eyes had lingered on her unbound breasts. “I’m good. You could have found that out with a phone call.”
    “True, but I couldn’t discuss this with you.” He held out his arm.
    It wasn’t until then that she noticed the coat draped over his arm. Disappointment replaced the butterflies when she realized he was truly there on business. She had to stop filling her mind with pointless dreams. “Come on in. I can put on some coffee if you want.”
    “I’d rather have a strong drink if you don’t mind.”
    She closed and locked the door behind him. “I’ve got ten-year-old scotch, some bourbon,