Truth or Demon

him said next.

“I want you to find my sister a boyfriend.”

CHAPTER 4

Killian blinked. Then he blinked again.

It was pretty rare for a demon to be speechless. Hell, he considered himself a rather talented talker—part of his job requirements—but …

“Boyfriend? For your sister?”

Yeah, that was eloquent, all right.

“Yes,” Daisy said, frowning at him as if she’d decided maybe she’d made a mistake conjuring him, after all.

Which she had.

“See,” Madison said. “Lame idea.”

Daisy frowned at her friend, then looked back at Killian, some of her doubt replaced by something akin to hope.

“Totally lame idea,” Killian stated, his tone not all that different from Madison’s. “I’m a demon, not a matchmaker.”

“But the book said that you have to grant us our wish,” Daisy said.

“What book?” he asked.

“Jenny Bell, Demon-Hunter,” Daisy said.

“Which is fiction,” Madison said.

Daisy threw her friend another look, this one fully exasperated; then she gestured to Killian. “Obviously not all fiction. Hello. He’s here, isn’t he?”

That was true. But Killian was more concerned with how the hell he was going to get out of here.

“So what exactly does this book say?”

Daisy turned back to him again. “It says that once the demon is conjured, he cannot leave until the wish is fulfilled.”

Killian shook his head. “Oh, no. No.”

There were so many reasons this was not good.

He stepped toward the door, and the one called … Emma squeaked and stumbled backwards away from him and to huddle in the corner.

He started to reach for the knob, but again got that feeling. That strange, strangling sensation that he couldn’t go.

Shit. This girl was telling the truth. He couldn’t leave. That’s why he hadn’t been able to simply materialize away. Hell, it seemed that he couldn’t even leave the apartment on his own two feet.

This had to be fixed and quick. The big boss man, and yes, he was referring to Satan, wasn’t going to be pleased when Killian didn’t show for work. Satan definitely didn’t adhere to the “happy employees make a more productive workplace” philosophy of management.

He twisted back to the girls. They all watched him as if they were uncertain of what he was going to do.

He wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was he was pissed. This was unbelievable.

“I’m not some kind of goddamned genie,” he finally said, deciding not to reveal the fact that he was trapped here, by their mandate. Best not to let the teenyboppers know just how much control they had.

“Okay,” Daisy said, smiling slightly as if she was already aware of the power she had. “But you still have to grant this wish.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he said, taking a step toward her—fully intent on intimidation. “I’m a demon. That makes me the one in control here.”

He saw a flash of uncertainty in the girl’s eyes. Then, to his surprise and dismay, she actually smiled. Her lips quivered slightly, as if the gesture was strained—but it was a smile nonetheless.

“You won’t hurt us. In fact, you can’t hurt us.”

He stopped stalking forward. Damn it, this book revealed far too much. They already knew they could control him, even if her quivering smile revealed that she wasn’t sure she should trust that fact. And she shouldn’t. She didn’t realize what his special demon power was—a very handy one to have at this moment. Killian focused on Daisy, holding her gaze. “Really? Can you be sure?”

He answered for her in his mind—that she wasn’t in control and he could go without fulfilling the wish. Words she’d say back to him as if they were her own idea. Just like Obi-Wan when he manipulated the guards in Star Wars. She’d be surprised later, after he was gone, that she’d decided to let him go. But that wouldn’t occur to her until after he was far, far away, and she’d never realize he was the one who’d made her do it.

His power was as practical as it was cool. Very handy when one of the damned panicked, refusing to join him on his trek into the depths of Hell.

Oh, Mr. Jones, there’s no need to be so upset. Hell isn’t nearly as bad as all the literature makes it sound. Really.

He’d gotten many a sinner to his or her proper destination with his little mind tricks. And he’d get himself out of here the same way.

But instead of the confused look he expected, Daisy just shook her head.

“Yes. You can’t hurt us. Because I’ve just told you that you can’t. Just like you can’t leave until you find my sister a boyfriend. That’s what the spell says. That you have to do whatever we say. Then you can leave.”

Killian stared at her, unable to believe he hadn’t been able to control her thoughts. She didn’t even seem to notice that he was trying to influence her.

“Damn it,” he muttered, frustrated, running a hand through his hair. Was he really powerless here? He’d used his powers on humans in their realm before. What was different this time?

“You might as well just go with it,” Daisy said, her tone irritatingly reasonable.

Killian dropped his hand, glaring at his pint-sized puppet master. “Is that so?”

She shrugged. “The quicker you do what we ask, the sooner you can leave.”

He gritted his teeth. Did a mere teen have to be so equable? And right?

Anger rose in his chest, and he considered advancing on her, intimidating her, but again he couldn’t do it. Not only because she’d told him he wasn’t allowed, but because bullying young girls went beyond even his dubious moral code.

“Fine,” he said, ignoring the fact that his tone sounded almost as petulant as any teenager’s. “What’s your plan?”

“First, you have to befriend my sister,” Daisy answered without hesitation.

She’d given this matchmaking idea a whole lot of thought. She’d been awake most of last night, trying to figure out the best way to pull off this crazy scheme. Poppy wasn’t exactly open to strangers. Not that she wasn’t friendly. Her older sister was very friendly—and once upon a time, she’d been very outgoing too. Until their parents’ deaths, when she’d gotten full guardianship of Daisy.

In the past four years, Daisy had watched her sister put all her own interests on the back burner and focus everything on Daisy. She’d lost more than just their parents in the car crash that took their lives. Poppy seemed to have let go of all her hopes and dreams too.

Daisy might be a self-absorbed fifteen-year-old at times, but she knew what her sister had given up to see that she felt safe and loved.

Now, Daisy wanted the same for her sister. And well, who didn’t want a boyfriend? Duh.

“Okay,” the demon said, giving her a doubtful look. “How do you propose we do that? In the shortest time possible.”

She’d thought about this too. “Since you’re supposed to be here from out of town—”

“Sweden, to be exact,” Madison interjected in her usual wry way.

“I said I’m sorry about that,” Emma mumbled. “And we fixed it by telling Poppy he’s been in