All Celia wanted was to make tasty sandwiches for a friend's baby shower. When her cooking endeavors summon a demon in her kitchen, Celia thinks sending him back to his home will be the end of their story and that she'll be able to return to her mun...
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"Ugh. How am I going to cover all this up?" I muttered to myself, taking in the damage Tsukiyo had done the previous night. I had scratches and bite marks quite literally everywhere from my neck down. Obviously a turtleneck of some sort was in order, but it was looking like I'd have to pair it with leggings or pants too because even my legs had marks all over them. I shivered and bit my lower lip, my nipples perking as my thoughts drifted to the previous night.
I'd never imagine that such utter satisfaction would lead to even stronger lust.
After shrugging on a turtleneck dress and black leggings, I finished getting ready and darted out of the house. I was running late for work, and that just wouldn't do. As I trotted to my car, Mayar came bounding over and hopped into the back seat.
"I will keep myself hidden," Mayar stated. "My master doesn't believe that the Nightingale matriarch is ready to give up on you just yet."
"I have to agree there..." I murmured quietly. "She's been shoving things at me for years. Now that she's done...something...to make everyone capable of seeing inhuman beings, she's not going to readily accept the idea that I wasn't 'fixed.'"
"I will continue protecting you while my master looks into other matters," Mayar added. "Should anyone turn against you with violence, I am to transport you to my master's home."
"Other matters...like the 'Sun' that man mentioned?" I grimaced, slowing for a yellow light.
"Indeed." Mayar nodded. "I must advise you stop talking to me until home for the day. There is no telling how many of the Nightingale's spies will be at your work, and if the city's security cameras will be looking for odd behavior from you."
I let out a heavy sigh. That hadn't occurred to me, but Mayar was right. Quinn had so many connections, and much of our city seemed to be on her side when it came to how to deal with the "demons" flooding it. Their behavior made me sick.
When I arrived at work, I strode through the front door to find David grimacing at something on his laptop screen.
"Bad news?" I asked, placing a hand on one hip.
"Hmmm? Oh." David looked up, then tilted his head at me. "Huh. Guess I missed my chance to sleep.
"No, no, nothing bad. A private client wants me to find them a book. Problem is, it's rare. Just found fakes so far."
"Want me to get you some coffee?" I offered.
"Nah, I need to stretch my legs anyway!" David grinned and stood up, several of his joints popping audibly. "Got the first shipment of crystals from Tsukiyo last night. Can I get you to organize them in the displays for me?"
"Sure." I nodded, watching David hobble off to the cafe. After a moment of hesitation, I made my way to the back room in search of the crystals in question. Hmmm, last night? Did he have someone deliver them, or...
