Blood of the Demon (The Silver Legacy Book 3) Read Free Page B

could do to you.”
    Denny felt the Hanta stir. It did not appreciate this little trick in the slightest, and Denny wondered if, when alive, the Hanta had been claustrophobic. “Cass...I’m not so sure this is such a good idea.”
    “Why? Because your demon is becoming angry?” She lightly traced Denny’s eyebrow with her fingertips. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we? I’ve seen just how much fun your angry demon can be.” Leaning down, Cassandra took Denny’s earlobe in her mouth and sucked it. “Mmm. You are so yummy.”
    The Hanta was fully aware now, unhappy to be held prisoner by the likes of these witches, and angry at being tricked. “Cass— ” Denny’s voice dropped an octave––a sure sign that the Hanta Raya was awake and pissed off.
    “Go ahead, Hunter. Let the demon free. Let us see if he is powerful enough to break the spell cast by a more powerful witch.”
    Denny fought the Hanta for a brief moment before she understood, at least, what was going on. “Damn you, Cassandra, I really am a guinea pig. Iris wasn’t kidding.”
    A grin toyed at the corners of Cassandra’s mouth. “We needed to see if the spell was strong enough to contain a Hanta. Given your altered state and inability to fight it off, I would say it’s successful.” She leaned down once more, her moist red lips inches from Denny’s ear. “Or is your demon just too weak?”
    The Hanta raged and roared, fighting to come to the surface, to take over the rest of Denny’s being. “Cass...don’t...” Denny felt the Hanta’s rage. “God damn it, witch.” There was the Hanta’s voice, its words, its anger. “I’ll not be played with by the likes of you.”
    Slowly backing away, Cassandra kept her eyes on Denny’s. “Red becomes you, demon. Can you still not free this body of our spell? Are you so weak you cannot break a simple binding potion?”
    Denny released the demon completely, and the Hanta struggled to make Denny’s arms move. “Cursed witch! You ought to pray to your feeble Goddesses I don’t get free or I would render you—”
    “Limb from limb? Helpless? Render me what, demon?” Cassandra leaned back in. “Be lucky I do not find another hunter to excise you from my lover, Hanta Raya. You are not in charge here. I am the one holding all the cards, and you would do well to remember that.”
    Denny laughed a sound of gravel and whiskey. She had lost the last bits of control over the demon. “The only cards you hold, Witch, are the ones you use in the bedroom. Who do you think was fucking you all those times? Golden Silver.” He chuffed. “Hardly.”
    Cassandra slowly pulled away and looked into Denny’s eyes. “Oh, demon, do not take credit where there is none. A woman knows when she is being fucked by another woman. Be gone. You tried and failed to break the binding potion. Run along and let me have my lover back.”
    Denny closed her eyes and sighed. “Well that sucked.”
    “All better now?” Cassandra murmured, once again touching Denny’s face.
    “I think I pulled a spiritual muscle. Boy, did you piss him off.”
    Turning from Denny, Cassandra called for Iris, who appeared ten seconds later. “That’s a job well done novice. I am impressed, and that is a rare feat. Stay with Denny while I make sure the recipe is correct and placed in the Book.”
    When she was gone, Iris sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you mad at me?”
    “No, of course not. I always get blindsided by witches who trick me into eating their poison apples that paralyze me and piss off my demon.”
    Iris frowned. “Then you are mad?”
    Denny’s toes tingled. Some of the feeling was coming back. “Mad isn’t the right word. Iris, have you any idea about the unpredictability of the Hanta Raya demon? Any idea just how badly this could have gone?”
    “Well, I have been studying up on them, and I know yours is eight hundred years old, very powerful, and somewhat...um...human-ish.”
    More feeling returned to her