Jordyn (A Daemon Hunter Novel Book One) (12 page)

"
Emrys is different," I said stubbornly. I didn't want to believe that Emrys would hand-deliver souls that belonged in heaven to The Dark One. He was one of the good ones. He obviously had reasons for staying on Earth
.
He was a good guy
,
I repeated to myself.

"
I'm sure you're right," Krista said, patting my hands that I didn't even remember clenching. "But we just want to be sure, okay?"

"
Okay, but you'll keep Haniel in check, right? You know what a pain he can be."

"
Yes, we'll make sure he behaves," she deadpanned.

"
And you won't ask any embarrassing questions," I stated, looking more at Mark.

"
Define
embarrassing
?" he asked, smiling wickedly, which just seemed wrong with his angelic background.

"
Just be cool, please, and don't act like typical parents," I griped as he grinned broadly. "Remember, revenge is a cold-ass beeyotch," I reminded him.

"
Language," Krista chastised. "And I'm pretty sure it breaks some kind of rule to threaten your guardians," she added, raising her eyebrows at me. "Don't worry, Jordyn, I'll watch them both."

I glowered at Mark who shook his head behind her back. Seeing my look, Krista turned toward Mark who was now smiling innocently at her. Using her turned back to my own advantage, I made a slashing motion across my neck.
"You'll go down," I mouthed just as Krista turned back around to bust me.

"
Can we act our ages?" she said, smacking Mark in the head.

"
Sure we can, hon, but we won't," Mark said, scooping her up into his arms. "I think a little swim in the ocean is called for," he added, cradling her in his arms as he strode out the French doors.

Watching them from the patio, I wh
ooped my encouragement as Krista squealed in protest. "I don't have my suit on!" she complained as Mark continued to stride toward the stairs that would take them to the ocean below.

"
When have we ever let that stop us?" Mark asked suggestively.

"
True," she said, capturing his lips with hers.

"
Eww, TMI," I yelled, but they were lost in their kiss as they disappeared down the steps. A few moments later, they came back into sight on the beach below as Mark carried Krista out into the water. He lowered her so she was standing flush against him. The moonlight cast down, showcasing them as a perfect silhouette. I made my way back to the porch swing, sinking down against the plush cushion and reveled in the quiet that surrounded me. I was alone. For the first time in days, no one was watching my every move. This kind of freedom, I could definitely get used to. No more sneaking around, no more jail sentences or wardens. Now, I just needed to figure out how to get Emrys to appear again so I could tell him.

I knew he obviously couldn
't read my mind, but I couldn't help wondering if he would come if I called him. "Emrys," I said, feeling more than a little ridiculous.

"
What are you up to, sweet cheeks?" Emrys asked from behind me, sounding amused.

Whirling around swiftly, I almost fell out of the swing only to discover him lounging atop the patio table behind me.
"Damn it, don't sneak up on me like that. One of these times it's going to get you hurt," I complained, trying to calm my breathing as I stood up.

"
Why? You're so cute when you're scared," he drawled in a voice oozing sex appeal.

"
I wasn't scared. I just didn't know you were there," I countered. "

Why
'd you say my name if you didn't know I was here?" he asked, summoning me toward him with his finger.

"
You know, I'm not some dog you can whistle for and expect to come trotting right over," I said spitefully, despite the fact that I was indeed walking toward him. Suddenly, I had flashbacks from the kiss earlier. "I was trying to figure out how to get you to show up. I should have realized your creepy stalker ways would make that unnecessary," I continued, willing myself not to look at his lips. He was already cocky enough without knowing how much I'd thought about the kiss in the last few hours.

"
You're definitely not a dog," he said suggestively, not even trying to deny my stalker comment. "What's with your wardens getting all frisky in the ocean and leaving you unsupervised up here all by your lonesome?"

"
I don't know. Time off for good behavior maybe?" I answered, smirking at him.

"
I doubt that, but if you're serious, what are we still doing here? Let's blow this joint," he said with sudden excitement.

"
Whoa, not so fast," I said, pulling my hand out of reach. "It came with some conditions."

"
Of course it did. I wouldn't expect any less from a houseful of angels. Lay it on me. Do I need to arm wrestle each of them?"

"
Ha, you're so funny. I guess you moonlight at some celestial comedy club when you're not stalking me."

"
I did do a brief stint at one in Vegas in the mid-eighties. It was fun for a while, but humans have a fickle sense of humor. What's funny one day is lame the next," he said, sitting back down on the table.

"
I was joking," I said, sidetracked by the idea of him holding a job like a human. "What other jobs have you done?" I asked intrigued.

"
I dabbled in the movie business in the early nineties, but not aging made that a career that couldn't last long–even by Hollywood standards. I worked as a ranch hand in the sixties, but that got old pretty quick."

"
Why even bother working?" I asked.

"
Eternity has its draw backs, like boredom. You're the most interesting thing to come around in the last thirty years," he answered, winking at me. "Now, quit stalling. What are the terms of your parole?"

"
They're really not that big a deal. Obviously, my aunt and uncle would like to meet you, which is reasonable."

"
And?" he asked, seeing through my evasive answer.

"
And they want you to stay for dinner," I answered brightly, going for a peppy cheerleader voice that just came out awkward.

"
Oh, here we go. Is that all?"

"
Um, Haniel will be at dinner too and we have to double date and there's nothing we can do about it if we want to see each other so just be cool okay?" I said in a muddled rush.

"
We have to date with Haniel? What the hell?"

"
No, no, not a double date with Haniel. We're going to double with my friend Lynn and her husband. Haniel is coming over for the dinner with my aunt and uncle," I clarified. 

"
You're serious? And Hannie agreed to this?"

"
Sure," I answered, not admitting the complete truth that Haniel had grudgingly agreed to the whole plan.

"
Riiiiiight. I'm sure Archie jumped right on board," he said sarcastically.

"
Well, those are the rules. Take 'em or leave 'em," I answered abrasively. I drew the line at begging him. His kisses may make me melt like molten lava, but I'd be damned if I followed him like some lovesick puppy.

"
I'll take them," he said, pulling me close in one swift movement.

"
Good, 'cause you deserve a punch in the nuts for what you've been pulling," I warned as he dipped his head to my exposed neck.

"
Why?" he murmured against my skin.

"
You're always leaving me high and dry. Did you see my bathroom door?" I asked trying to keep my senses about me.

"
Sorry, babe, but unless you want your aunt and uncle to catch us like this, I better head out," he said, looking at me with hooded eyes before nipping playfully at my lips. "I'll do your dinner thing tomorrow night if that's cool. It'll be entertaining to act like a human for a night," he added, dropping his lips one last time to mine and then he was gone.

Taking several breaths, I was relieved his kisses were still just as intoxicating and made my toes curl in anticipation. I wasn
't acting like some fainting twit, was I? If so, I couldn't help it. His lips felt like a light rain on a peaceful day, sunshine on a cloudless day, a volcano waiting to erupt. They were everything I could never have imagined and everything I would've never thought to wish for.

I tried to shake the cheesy thoughts away, but one thing was abundantly clear. Fainting twit or not, I wanted more.

"Did you ask your friend about dinner?" Krista asked, coming up the stairs with water still dripping off her. It was clear by their somewhat guilty expressions that they had cut their nighttime swim short because of Emrys.

"
Yeah, he's coming tomorrow night if that's okay?" I answered, shoving any further thoughts about Emrys's lips into a secret drawer in my head to be analyzed later when I was alone.

"
That works," Krista said, accepting the towel Mark had retrieved from the outdoor cabinet.

"
Thanks, babe," she said, hanging it on a hook by the outdoor showerhead Mark had installed.

"
I'm whipped. I think I'm going to head to bed," I said, stifling a yawn as Krista and Mark rinsed off together under the shower. "You want me to clean up the kitchen before I hit the sack?" I asked, hoping she'd say no. All my extracurricular activities had left my body begging for sleep.

"
No, we got it. You look worn out," Krista observed as Mark wrapped one of the striped oversized beach towels tightly around her body. "Trying to butter me up?" she quizzed Mark as he tucked her under the crook of his arm to help warm her. "Don't think that's going to get you off the hook, buddy," she warned lightly, shooting him a look that spoke volumes.

"
Is that a fact?" he asked, pulling her in close.

I left them to their light flirtatious banter. Despite Krista
's offer, I decided to detour into the kitchen anyway to give it a quick cleaning before bed. I figured it was the least I could do since they'd offered up an olive branch. Not to mention, judging by the smoldering stares they had shared, they'd be busy for a while. 

By the time I was done with kitchen I was dead-ass tired. I climbed into bed with Mouse and within moments I was out. The last thought I remembered was Emrys. Everything after that…blank.

***

The sunshine streaming through my French doors seemed brighter than usual the next morning. I was full of nervous energy, which wasn
't exactly uncharacteristic for me. The reasons were just different today. I didn't know how I was going to stay busy until tonight. Cleaning my room would kill the majority of the day, considering I hadn't touched it in a while. "What the hell," I thought. I stripped my bed, tossed the sheets in the hamper, and hastily made my bed with a new set. I was too keyed up to make it the way I normally liked. I pretty much just tossed the sheets on in a half-assed manor, not bothering to smooth them out. Typically, the wrinkles would have set my teeth on edge, but it just didn't seem to matter as much today. My deep plum-colored comforter covered them anyway. That was about all the focus I could muster. The rest of the time I basically fluttered around my room, leaving a bigger mess than what I'd started with. I think I started like ten different tasks, but didn't finish any of them. Finally, I stood in the middle of my room which looked like a tornado had ripped through it. It turned out to be a disgusting waste of time, and after another half hour of mindlessly moving my belongings around, I stomped out of my room. 

"
Morning, sunshine," Krista chirped, taking in my scowl.

"
Whatever," I muttered, pouring myself a steaming cup of pumpkin spice-flavored coffee. After I had doctored it up to my liking, I slumped down on the stool at the counter.

"
Bad morning?" Krista laughed. "I thought you'd be all sunshine and daisies today."

"
I feel like such a doof, fluttering around my room like a confused butterfly because some guy is coming over. Not to mention the fact that the butterfly has taken up residence in my belly," I griped, taking a sip of my scalding drink. I welcomed the way it burned my tongue and then resumed its fiery journey down my throat. The heat brought some of my hazy senses back into focus.

"
Aww, that's so sweet, you're nervous," she teased. "Don't worry, from what I've witnessed, the Soul Trader seems quite enchanted with you."

"
I am not nervous," I said, glaring at her over the rim of my ceramic mug. "As long as Haniel and Mark behave, I'll be fine."

"
Not nervous, gotcha," she said, shooting me a knowing look. "Don't worry about the guys. I'll kick them if they get out of control. We just want to get to know him, which is okay, right?" she added. Even though she acted like she had my back, she also had her own agenda for the night.