Lure of a Demon

Ray’s eyes were shimmering, and with a pang, I realized she was holding back tears. Why did she care so much about killing? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My chest ached watching her fight through indecision like a child learning a harsh lesson.

All right, no bounty hunters then.

This was between her and me.

A different approach, perhaps?

I kept my voice quiet and gentle. “Ray—”

“Please,” she said. “Just leave me be, will you?” And with that, she turned and disappeared into the night once again.

I couldn’t get the look on her face out of my mind, not when the emergency services arrived, not when I indicated they needed to treat the man first, not when the police questioned me.

She was a demon.

So why should she care if she killed anyone?