Sin & Magic (Demigods of San Francisco, #2)

by K.F. Breene

Heat pricked my eyes at what he said about the kids. The sting of the insult lowered my brow. For someone who was usually silent, he sure knew how to pick his words for maximum impact. “That was a good backhanded compliment, Zorn. On a related note, you don’t have many friends, do you?” His jaw clenched.

“Can I watch?” He glanced back, his tone teasing but his eyes on fire. “You can use both methods, and then compare them with my cock. See which one gets you off the best.” “Vibrator, easy.” I cleared my throat. “It’s got all the bells and whistles. Men just aren’t equipped to compete.” “I’m not a man.” His voice was deep and rich. “I’m a god.”

“There is always a way out of a tight situation. Trust me. Dumping this car and hot-wiring a service car? No problem. Slitting a security guard’s throat? Sure. Resurrecting the security guard and making him show us a secret way out? Been there, done that. There’s a reason Kieran has me shadowing you instead of one of the Six. This bitch is good at surviving.

I put my hands out to the sides. “Breaking into a Demigod’s house is suicide, Bria—” “Only if you get caught.” “—and don’t even get me started on carrying dead people around in your trunk.” “He’s dead. He doesn’t care. That body is just bone and tissue at this point. It’s fine.”

“I don’t have a phone,” Mordecai said, passing up one of the Bibles. “And this isn’t a Bible.” I took the proffered book, an old volume with Bible written on the cover in sparkly gray Sharpie. “This isn’t right,” I mumbled. “Or believable.” “What’d you think I was going to do, bring actual Bibles?” She scoffed at me. “I don’t need God pissed at me. I got enough problems.”

That’s fucked up.” She put her finger in the air and looked at me with raised eyebrows. “I know the new rule is no swearing—” “That’s always been the rule—” “—but this warrants it. He stalks you, gets his mom freed, gets some punani, and then he walks?” She stood from the table and paced the kitchen floor, acting the part of the scorned woman on my behalf. “He needs his dick cut off, that’s what he needs.” A smile emerged on Bria’s face as she watched Daisy. “This kid is my spirit animal.”