Jordyn (A Daemon Hunter 1)

"Built-in tracking device," he said, pointing to his chest.

"Really? Are you screwing with me?"

He raised his eyebrows suggestively at my words. "Now that would be an interesting turn of events."

I smirked at him. "I think your ego's making drinks your nonhuman body can't have."

"That's an odd way to put it, but trust me, cookie, that's not a problem," he answered in his honey-laced voice, taking a step toward me.

"The slick banter doesn't work on me," I said nonchalantly. "Haniel filled me in on your, uh, 'talents.'"

"Yeah, Haniel's had a hard-on for our gifts of persuasion for years."

I snorted out a laugh. I'd spent the last year around straight-laced people and it was nice in a naughty way to have someone speak what I was thinking.

"Too bad you seem to be immune to my charm. I might've been tempted to use that in my favor," he said, looking me up and down.

"How do you know I'm immune?"

"Well, cookie, I used my most persuasive tools in my arsenal last night and you fought them off. I'm guessing Hard-on Haniel gets the same results."

"Seriously, you have to stop calling him that. I won't be able to look at him the same again."

"What's the deal with you two anyway? He seemed pretty possessive of you last night. I thought he hooked up with some chick in heaven, or is that old dog making up for lost time?"

"That chick is my great aunt," I said, watching his jaw drop. "And, eww, he's my mentor, so don't be a dick," I said, reaching out to push his shoulder.

"Well, ain't that some shit. I'm not going to say that isn't a relief," he said, capturing my hand in his.

"And why is that?" I asked, trying not to focus on what his touch did to me.

"Because, I'd have to kick some Arch's ass to get the girl."

I snorted.

"What?" he asked, seeing the merriment in my eyes.

"Dude, he's an Arch Angel. He'd stomp you," I said, laughing outright.

"You question my skills?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, let's see. He stands at least a full head taller than you, has about a foot on you in shoulder width, and did I mention he's a freaking Arch Angel?"

"Oh ye of little faith," he said, chuckling softly.

"Want to let me in on your joke?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"How about we go somewhere instead?"

"Go where?" I asked, more intrigued than I should have been.

"There's a spot I like to go to, to just chill. What do you say?" he asked, holding out his hand.

I looked into his eyes, hesitating for a moment and wondering if I was under some kind of spell. His eyes were deep pools of green that seemed to drag me in. Without another thought, I reached out my hand.

"Jordyn!" a stern voice said, breaking the spell.

My hand dropped and I thought I saw a flash of anger in Emrys's eye, but a moment later it was gone and replaced with his cocky grin.