You said the demon’s signature is faint. I may be able to heal her if she’s been injured.”“Not in your present state, you said.”She scowled at him. “I won’t let you back into my uncle’s home.”“Then I can’t protect you if the Baltimore demon comes for you.”She folded her arms.Hunter’s jaw tightened. “All right. I’ll call you.” He snorted under his breath. “You’re a Kubiteron and I’m a Matusa. That means you’re to obey me.”“You mean, ‘You, Matusa, me, Kubiteron?’ No way, Tarzan. Go beat on your chest before some other lesser demon.”Jared quickly hid a smile.Hunter’s face turned dark. She gave him a quirky smile, then vanished.
Terry Spear, The Trouble with Demons
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