Free Accidentally Demonic by Dakota Cassidy Page A

He looked at the front of her shirt. “It made some mess, huh? I hope it’s not dry clean only—that’ll cost you—or me if you’re the litigious type. Anyway, you . . . ah, you, within seconds, lost all reason and went after the guy who was trying to help. That Jackie Chan thing I mentioned,” he reminded her.
    “That guy was an off- duty police officer,” Wanda said, running a hand over her hair.
    Clay dipped his head up and down. “That I watched be single-handedly thrown across the room. Even I was impressed with the air she got on that toss. But then things went from bad to worse. I know all about what happened. I went to the police station—saw the report, through devious means no doubt, but for a good cause, and found your address. So here I am.”
    Casey ran a hand over her greasy, tangled hair while her cheeks flushed. She let her head hang in her hands, but asked, “And how does spilling something on me explain why I have fingers of fire and the ability to hover even a helicopter would envy?”
    Clayton’s answer was measured. She could see it in the way his eyes darkened. “I have serious doubts my explanation’s going to turn your frown upside down.”
    Oh, he was a comedian, huh? She was tired. Ass-fried, and despite the fact that this Clayton had her fragile emotions in a tizzy, her practicality was coming back into focus, and apparently, so was her temper. Popping up off the couch, Casey circled Clayton. “So how about you get to the point here, because I’m pretty unclear as to your involvement, and quit dickin’ around about it!” Oh, my. She hid the surprise of her insistence by narrowing her eyes like she made demands like this every day.
    Wanda reached for her sister’s arm. “Casey—”
    But Casey turned on her, feeling perfectly justified. Yet at the same time, equally horrified. “Get off my ass, Wanda, or I’ll knock your teeth in!” Shaking Wanda off, she sneered at Clayton. “If you did this to me, explain what this is. What was in that vial that could possibly result in this?”
    Yummily reserved, he answered with a concise reply. Yet he looked as though it was a fight to keep his expression serious.
    “Your reaction to that off- duty cop was because of what was in the vial. You were able to fling him across the room with one hand because of what I spilled on you. It’s heavy duty.”
    Cold chills slipped up her spine. She looked down at her dirty shirt. “What did you spill on me?”
    His ultra-hot lips thinned. “I know how this is going to sound— bad, really bad. And it is, but it isn’t as bad as you might think. I mean, look, you can float. I just want to point that out once more—that’s pretty cool.”
    Now Casey’s lips thinned. “Say. It.”
    He winced almost comically. “Demon blood.”
    “Demon blood?” three voices chimed in unison.
    Casey cocked her head, an eyebrow shooting upward in skeptical disbelief. “Demon blood.” She dropped the words flat.
    Nina popped her lips, breaking the silence. “Well, I guess that explains it, then, huh? Hookay, I say we go and let these two scream this out. I’m beat, and I don’t think I have anything left in me for antique shopping or lame mud baths. I’m going home to Greg. So, peace out and all that shit.” Nina rose on slender legs and looked at Marty and Wanda expectantly. They both looked back at her and scowled.
    “Sit back down, Dark Mistress,” Marty ordered, pointing to Nina’s former spot on the couch. “We’re not going anywhere until we know Casey’s all right. Just like we did with you. Or have you forgotten all the self-sacrifice and cheerleading we did on your behalf?”
    But Casey didn’t care at this point whether they stayed or left—what she wanted to know was what in all of fuck was Clayton, or anyone , doing with demon blood? “Is it me, or does anyone else think having demon blood on your person at any given time is just a tad out of the ordinary?”
    Nina looked to each of