“No means no,” I snapped, furious at his continued attempts to damn Vlad. “Go soul-scrounge somewhere else!” The demon’s eyes flashed red again. “Scrounge?” “That was rude,” Ian said, shooting an accusing look at me. “Not right for her to insult you simply because of your species. Would she criticize a lion because it eats gazelles? No, because it’s a bloody lion and eating gazelles is what they do, just like making soul contracts are what demons do.”
