didn’t like the feeling one bit.
Riley stepped to her other side. “Come on.” He cupped her elbow. “Come inside and sit down. We’ll figure out what he can do.”
Chapter Seven
Shaking her head, Cassidy allowed herself to be led inside. There was no way she was going to tell them everything that had happened. She couldn’t even think about it let alone talk about it. It was bad enough reliving it each night in her dreams. She was led into a lounge room off the foyer, to her right, and collapsed into the first armchair. “Do you have to tower over me?”
Gabe sat across from her while Riley retreated to the doorway. He glanced behind him. “Maybe I should wake Gran.”
“Grow some balls, Riley. Cut the apron strings and make your own choices for a change,” Gabe growled.
Riley crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe with a chuckle. “Like you? You’re still here, aren’t you? I bet if you really tried you could find a way home to Mummy.”
Gabe leapt to his feet, his hands becoming fists. “It’s only been two days.”
Cassidy instantly jumped to her feet too. “That’s it. I’m out of here. You pair can smash each other’s faces in for all I care.”
Gabe held a hand out in front of her like a barricade. “Stay. Our fight can wait. What did you do to earn yourself a best friend like your flame loving mate who left you here?”
“I was trying not to get myself killed.”
Riley crossed the room dropping into a chair. “Alright. Let’s all sit down and figure this out. I’m sure something can be done about the problem. Now what happened?”
Cassidy stared down at him. No way in hell was she telling him anything. She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“What if we start with when?” Riley asked.
“When?” Cassidy looked at him blankly.
“When.” Riley grinned at her. “As in when did the incident occur? Well gee officer, it was a dark and stormy night last week.”
Cassidy couldn’t return the grin. “October.” Even saying the month brought the scent of blood to her. “The fifteenth of October.” She would never be able to forget that date. Dropping back into the chair, she watched as Gabe returned to his. “Last year.”
“Not good,” Gabe said.
Riley nodded. “So what’s changed that he’s brought you to us now?”
Cassidy shrugged. “He said he found some hunters to teach me.”
Gabe shook his head. “That’s not it. Demons know we’re here. We’re like a beacon to all the hell dwellers.” He tapped his demon mark. “Just like we can feel them, they can feel us nearby.”
Cassidy rubbed at her mark, which was still moving lazily under her skin. “Is that why it burns?”
“The more it burns the stronger the demon,” Riley said. “But it shouldn’t move like that. You must be part demon. How did you do it? It’d take more than just his blood.”
Cassidy shook her head. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. She closed her eyes as her fingers wrapped around her wrist and she took a deep, shaky breath, refusing to let the words escape. She opened her eyes and blinked back the vision of blood.
Gabe leaned forward in his chair. “What’s your name? I’ve been told calling someone girl isn’t very nice. More like what a demon would do.”
“Cassidy. Cassidy Wells.”
“We can’t help you unless you tell us what the problem is.” Gabe reached out to unwrap her hand from around her wrist, clasping it in his. “Look around you. These bookcases contain books on demons and how to deal with them. Our family has been getting rid of demons for centuries.”
Cassidy looked around the spacious room. A floor to ceiling built-in bookcase covered the wall opposite the door, crammed with books behind its glass doors. She had never seen so many books in one place outside a bookstore or library. The rest of the room was filled with a pale brown lounge suite, a rustic coffee table, a couple of large square footstools and a long display cabinet