What A Demon Wants. Kathy Love
Ellina blinked. Oh, he was good; whirlwind would be the most accurate description she could give of their relationship thus far.
“It’s really all very new,” she added.
Ellina could feel Jude looking at her, but she ignored him.
“Where did you meet?” Pasha asked, raising an eyebrow, the movement appearing nothing more than a shift of shadows, and Ellina could tell he didn’t believe this story one iota.
“In the living room,” Ellina answered automatically, then tried not wince at the stupidity of her response.
Okay, leave the story to Jude.
“I don’t think that’s what they meant, darling.” Jude shone another smile down at her.
She blinked again.
Mush. Brain mush.
Which was working in her favor—she was so muddled her demon side didn’t seem to be threatening an appearance.
“We were introduced through Maksim,” Jude said easily, turning his attention back to the twins, which allowed Ellina’s mind to function once again.
Both Andrey and Pasha nodded in that eerie unison that they often had. Again, Ellina got the impression they still didn’t believe a word. But she didn’t think it was her lame response that had them doubting. They were suspicious by nature.
Plus, given Ellina’s track record, why would they believe she had a boyfriend? Then again, why would they care?
Because they were meddlers. Troublemakers. Prankster demons.
And they seemed to live to torment their half-sister.
“I’ve known Maksim for a while,” Jude said. “I’ve been doing some work for him.”
Ellina tried not to react to that. Jude was getting pretty darn close to the truth, and she knew her half-brothers would pry.
“Really. What kind of work?”
Jude didn’t even hesitate. “I worked on the nursery for him. I’m a carpenter.”
Both brothers lifted their heads slightly in acknowledgment like synchronized swimmers surfacing out of the water. But plastered-on smiles weren’t part of their act. Doubt still shadowed their eyes as they studied Jude.
So she was surprised when they nodded again and suddenly lost interest in Jude, turning their full attention back to Ellina.
“Have you talked to Father?” Pasha asked.
Ellina frowned, confused by the shift in conversation. Or maybe it was because she was all too aware of each subtle shift of Jude’s body standing so close to hers.
“No. Why?”
“Daddy is not pleased with you,” Andrey said, toying with the edge of one of her piles of research notes. Ellina reached across the desk and slid the notes away from him. The movement not only protected her valuable, time-intensive research but also created a little distance between herself and Jude.
Her brother raised an eyebrow, but didn’t attempt to touch the stack of papers again. Instead he slipped his fingers casually into the front pockets of his jeans.
“Why? What’s going on with Dad?” Ellina asked, not really sure if she wanted the explanation in front of Jude or if she even wanted to hear it herself. Her father forever had issues with her.
“He’s not pleased with you,” Pasha said, his tone smug.
“In fact, he’s very angry,” Andrey added, his tone matching his twin’s.
“About what?” Ellina said, unmoved by their words and their self-satisfied expressions. They really were like naughty children, enjoying every minute of someone else getting into trouble.
“What do you think?” Pasha said, smiling smugly.
Ellina didn’t have to think too long or hard about that one. He’d been pretty clear in the past on what he thought of several things in her life. But one in particular really bothered him.
“Is he on another kick about my books?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” Andrey said, a smirk tugging at one side of his lips. His midnight eyes twinkled.
These two did so love meddling, and Ellina would bet money their father hadn’t sent the twins here to inform her of this not-so-new news. They’d just taken it upon themselves.
But why? She was well, well aware of what their demon daddy dearest thought of her chosen career path.
“Well, I’ll take his opinion under advisement,” she said, then waited for her brothers to leave. After all, there didn’t seem to be any other reason for them to stay.
Both of her brothers just regarded her, tattletale glee still written on their faces.
Finally, when she realized they were content to do this indefinitely, she asked, “So why didn’t he come here to tell me in person? Sending lackeys doesn’t seem like Dad’s style.”
She waited for their smug smiles to disappear. The effect was almost instantaneous.
“Lackeys?” Pasha sputtered.
Their self-satisfied smiles transferred to her. She couldn’t hold back her grin. She knew that comment would get their goats.
“No need to be so sensitive,” she said, her smile widening. She knew it was petty, but she loved using one of their favorite placations back on them. How many times had they told her she was too sensitive about their often cruel little practical jokes? Her comment hardly compared to their open mockery over her half-breed status.
“We are no one’s lackeys,” Andrey said, his midnight eyes somehow growing even darker, as if his pupils were eating up the light around him.
Ellina knew she should stop, but instead she shrugged. “Sure seems like it to me.”
Pasha’s anger grew evident too, his pale skin also absorbing that light around them until he practically glowed. Both brothers glared at her, more than mere irritation filling their eyes.
Some of her satisfaction dissolved.
Okay, when would she learn? She should have kept her mouth shut. Not that she’d ever been great at that.
Now her brothers were beyond goaded, they were furious. Even Jude could tell that. His arm brushed against hers, as he positioned himself even closer to her, preparing himself to block her from attack, if necessary. She wasn’t sure it wasn’t going to be necessary
“How dare you, not even a full demon, say something like that to us?” Pasha said, although his voice no longer sounded exactly human. It was more like a guttural rumble echoing through her office like thunder.
“Have you forgotten who we are?” Andrey asked, his voice taking on the same unnatural quality. “What we are?”
That was a ridiculous question. How could she possibly forget? The demon half of her family never let her forget that she wasn’t a real demon, while the human half never let her forget she wasn’t a real human either.
But she didn’t say that. She’d pushed them too far, and it wouldn’t make things better to keep going. She knew the best course of action was to just let them rant and then, with any luck, they would leave.
Unfortunately Jude didn’t know the plan.
“Is that some sort of threat?” He moved forward just a bit.
Ellina elbowed him, but the subtle jab didn’t seem to register. Instead he continued to scrutinize the two demons, his expression calm, his muscles coiled.
Ellina should have been relieved that her brothers’ attention moved from her to her faux boyfriend. But she wasn’t. This couldn’t turn out well. Not unless she convinced Jude