The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Sting (Nava Katz #2)

by Deborah Wilde

Religious Jewish men said a daily prayer thanking God for not making them a woman. Rabbi Mandelbaum was probably more effusive than most with that gratitude.

Folding and organizing were for saps. I preferred hunting and rooting, the thrill of the never-ending treasure hunt for my personal belongings.

“You speak French.” He made it sound like the only phrase I could possibly know was “Voulez-vous couchez avec moi.”

I pushed down my anxiety, imagining myself as an empty vessel, filling with confidence. When that didn’t work, I knocked back my drink.

I consumed several glasses of water before pressing one into Samson’s hand. “Drink.” I wasn’t sure if evil fiends suffered from dehydration but in case he was one, I wanted him in good health when we killed him.