CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“What is it that you want?” Fiona asked.
I had no idea where the hell we were. Her demon wings zigged and zagged so much that I lost track of landmarks. St. Louis was a sprawling city spread out over several counties. At night, everything blended together and the city was like a giant circuit board of light.
The demon’s human hands secured me by the waist. They moved occasionally, fingers pressing against my stomach.
Next to me, I smelled sweet perfume, like lemons. Fiona looked out over the city as if it was the most mundane thing in the world that she was flying attached to a giant butterfly demon. She almost looked bored.
“I thought I understood you,” she said.
The bite mark on my arm burned like hell. I said nothing.
“I thought I knew what you wanted,” she sai
