The Soul Destroyers

For months, I've played the role of a faux-medium, easing the sorrow of the bereaved without asking for a dime—much to the annoyance of my money-grubbing ex. Ghosts? I only pretend to communicate with them.

Until I can see them…and monsters too.

Suddenly, I’m being stalked by lethal demons. I’m the only one who can see them, and they seem to think I'm the designated demon slayer.

But I'm not alone.

There's him—the enigmatic stranger with secrets as dark as the monsters I face. He sees the demons too, and though he's obviously a vault of untold knowledge, he insists that my destiny is one I must uncover on my own.

As the threats mount and the danger grows, I’m running out of time. The demons are coming for me and the people I love, but I don’t have the first clue how to stop them.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I stole a glance at the man standing next to me on the balcony of a luxury home built into the side of an Appalachian mountain. I’d told Abel to think of a place that made him happy before I whisked us off to another world, and while I’d expected to appear in some ancient time and place, he’d thought of the house he’d brought me to the night before.
“How safe are we here?” I asked, trying to ignore that the demigod next to me was still shirtless, and seemed even more attractive than ever. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes, and rippling muscles that seemed too perfect—was it because he was a demigod or because he worked out? Maybe a little of both.
“You mean from the demons?” he asked. “This is your creation. You’re the expert.”
I scowled. “You’re the one who thought of this place, Abel.”
“The world is yours, Waboose. Whatever is here is what you’ve created.”
“So it’s not real.”
He reached for me, wrapping an arm around my back and hauling me to his chest. “You feel real.”
My hands splayed over his hard pecs, and I couldn’t stop my thumb from brushing the skin next to the light pink scar slightly beneath his heart. The deep wound I’d put there a little over an hour ago had nearly healed. I was suddenly very aware that I was only wearing my bra and panties—along with my belt holding my daggers and my sword—but instead of dissuading me from touching him, it made it more difficult to restrain myself.
“Do you think Okeus is waiting for us in the warehouse?” I asked.
He lifted his hand to my cheek, brushing a hair away with his fingertips. “He won’t stay there himself, but I’m sure he’s left his minions there to wait for us.”
“So he knows I can create pocket universes?”
“I have no idea what he thinks.” His face lowered to the base of my neck. “But we need to be prepared for anything when we leave.”
I sucked in a breath as a shiver ran down my spine. I knew I should stop him—the night before he’d told me that if we had sex, we ran the risk that I’d be dragged to hell with him when he died, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
His tongue slid over the bite mark on my collarbone…the bite mark he’d given me hours before to lay claim on me. I felt a jolt of energy shoot down to my core.
He grunted, now sucking on the mark as his hand skimmed down my back to my butt cheek. His fingers dug in deep as he hauled me closer, making it clear he was very aroused.
“Abel…”
His face lifted, and his eyes were like pools of ink. “You’re mine now, Piper.”
While his words stoked some primal part of me that I recognized as supernatural, the feminist part of me bristled. “Excuse me?”
His mouth covered mine and his tongue parted my lips. My hands lifted around his neck and I clung to him as a passion I’d never experienced before took complete hold of my senses. It was like this man was the other half of me, even though my logical mind rejected the thought as ridiculous.
He deftly unfastened the belt on my hips, and it dropped to the concrete floor with a dull thud that barely registered. His other hand cupped my breast as he dragged his mouth away from my lips, sliding it back to my collarbone. His thumb brushed my nipple as he sucked on the bite, and my knees buckled from a wave of sensation.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what I was feeling wasn’t normal, but he was a demigod and I was his Kewasa. Was that why I was so attracted to him? Or maybe it was the bite that he’d given me to assert his claim.
I shoved him, pushing him about six inches away from me. “What does that bite really mean, Abel?”
His eyes darkened, and irritation wrinkled his forehead. “I told you. It claims you as mine.”
“But what exactly does that mean?”
He studied me for a second, then sat down on one of his outdoor chairs, tugging me with him. I ended up straddling his legs. I knew this was a bad idea, like when you feel the urge to eat a leftover cupcake at midnight, yet I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“It means you’re mine, Waboose,”