Free Valcour- Enchanted by a Demon (Hunted by Hellfie- Book 1) by Libby Sparks

flames had stopped as if obeying Jake’s every command. In fact, looking now, Brianna saw that the fires were contained to the square bit of land that the gas station and store had sat on. They hadn’t spread to any of the nearby buildings or anywhere else at all.
    She’d call it a miracle, except she didn’t think demons did miracles.
    Looking around at the destruction again, she thought she might have to revise her way of thinking. Completely.
    Jake led her carefully through the path and away. She wasn’t afraid to be alone with him now. They had a lot to talk about before they could get started on their trip to New York.
    Brianna had already decided she was going to bring Jake with her.

Chapter 8
    “Checking out of room four-oh-three, please.”
    It was the morning after the events of last night, and the desk clerks had changed shifts. It wasn’t Mary who took Brianna’s room keys. Instead a young guy, younger looking than Brianna even, with pimples across his forehead and cheeks, smiled at her and checked the hotel’s computer records. “Thank you, ma’am. You’re all set. Hope everything was all right?”
    Brianna took the printed paper receipt he handed her with her left hand, and hiked her duffle bag higher up her right shoulder. “Yes. Everything was fine.”
    “Except for the big explosion down the street, am I right?” he said to her with an excited grin. His pale red eyebrows lifted up to his hairline, his eyes wide. “Don’t usually have that kind of excitement in Blue Earth.”
    “Um, yeah,” she said. “I don’t usually have that kind of excitement in my life either.”
    After escaping through the flames of the burnt-out gas station and convenience store, Jake had walked them back to her hotel room. No one they passed even looked their way once. All the attention was on the horrendous blaze and the thick black smoke roiling up from the center of their main street and the screaming fire trucks.
    She was in severe pain the whole way. Her wrist throbbed. Her shoulder ached. She still couldn’t use her right arm. Her whole body was shaking. Halfway there she had to tell him to stop so she could lean over a row of low bushes and barf out the contents of her queasy stomach. But Jake held her as she did, and supported her the rest of the way back to the hotel.
    In her room, he had her lay on the bed. She didn’t argue, but she did eye him with a look that made him smile and promise he wasn’t that kind of guy. That made her laugh, but then wonder if a demon could even do that sort of thing.
    He laid his hands on her wrist first, just like he had done back in the convenience store. Then he did something similar to her right shoulder. Cold ice seeped through her flesh, turning her injuries numb, and then tingly. Then there was an odd crawling sensation that made her think of a hundred butterflies crawling across her skin.
    Jake told her to lie still, and as she did what he asked she could slowly begin to feel her injured arms again. The sensation wasn’t scary, wasn’t painful, it was just like waking up, almost. After a short while she raised her left arm experimentally and rotated her wrist a few times. No swelling, no redness, no pain. She did the same with her right arm, flexing the shoulder, feeling no trace of the bullet that had pierced her body.
    Demons might not work miracles, but Jake had done something damn close.
    A voice bidding her farewell brought her out of her reverie and she smiled at the hotel clerk now with his bushy red hair as she turned to walk away. It was time to head out to the parking lot where her car waited for her. It was time to start for home again.
    “Oh, Miss Maitland?” the clerk said to her suddenly. “We have a message here for you.”
    Brianna stopped. She’d had enough of messages and strange things popping up out of nowhere. “A message from who ?” Her stomach began to tighten.
    The clerk scanned the little pink piece of paper the message had been