Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood, #1)

by C.R. Jane

"We're going into that party," Jenna said determinedly, latching onto my arm so tightly I would need to check for blood. Jenna...was a little scary. She marched us up to where the two guys were checking their list. I watched as they sent away two guys whose cologne I could smell from five feet away from them. Jenna marched us to the doors, no chance of failure in her steps. She had started fluttering her eyelashes and swaying her hips when we were still a ways out. I thought she looked a little possessed moving her eyelashes like that, but the two frat boys were tracking us like we were their next meal, so I guess it was working.

You couldn't show weakness to crazy people. That was Surviving a Serial Killer 101.

There was water in my lungs again, and I kept trying to spit it out, but then I couldn’t manage anymore. The warm glow blurred things, even the panic that maybe I was the reason The Demon had hurt her. I was slipping under the waves.

Because graffiti artists were, for the most part, nothing if not predictable when it came to their penchant for dicks.

It only hit me now that I'd been searching for her all this time, looking for those violet eyes in every face I passed. She tilted her head, and the slow sinking of her lids to half-mast was enough to make me feel desperate. I took a step until I was right up against her, my nose pressed into her ear. I bit down softly and then whispered, “I need you."