The next morning, Madison woke to a noise downstairs. She was on high alert as she grabbed her daggers and crept down the stairs. The noise was coming from the kitchen, so Madison stopped just outside the door. She held her breath and kept her heartbeat steady, knowing most supernatural creatures had super hearing. She silently counted to three before jumping out from her hiding spot and preparing to toss her dagger.
“Jesus H. Christ, Azzi,” Madison shouted. “I about killed you!”
“Doubtful,” Azrael said lazily. “I brought you some help.” He gestured to two demons with him.
“Who said I need help?” Madison asked, crossing her arms in defiance.
“You have no secretary, no kitchen staff, and no protection. You need help,” Azrael stated.
“Doesn’t it look bad to have demons on my side?” Mad
