Hot Blooded

my judgment I will do what needs to be done. As always.”

Rourke took a step forward, but before he could get a word out, I latched on to his forearm and stepped in front of him. He was not getting in the middle of this. I’d just gotten him back. “I am no threat to your race, I can assure you. I told your imp the same thing. I have no interest in demons, and that will never change.”

“That’s pleasant to hear, of course, but our oracle says otherwise. A female werewolf is no small thing, you see. The powers entrusted to you are unpredictable. They are said to morph as necessary and take on the attributes of those you fight, and because of this, you have been singled out as a threat to our race. I am here to erase that threat.”

“How can I threaten your race if I have no interest in you? I haven’t made a single move against you. Getting to the Underworld is no small thing, and you can believe me when I tell you I have no desire to visit.”

“Ah, but you have. Made a move, that is.” It put its fingers carefully in front of it in a mock bow.

“Recently you have killed, not one, but two imps. They do count as ours, however distasteful. And please correct me if I’m wrong, but within the last day you have defeated a small army of our most precious pets, the Camazotz. Such a shame, as they are irreplaceable. Now, it seems, you have managed to kill a powerful goddess, who was also technically ours. The totality of that claim can be debated, of course, but once a soul is entrusted to us and we have distributed the agreed-upon power, we take full credit. Committing each of those crimes carries a debt of servitude in the Underworld,

each indiscretion a different sentence. It seems, in just a very, very short time, you have amassed several centuries worth of debt to be meted out how we see fit.”

“Several hundred years of hard labor in the Underworld for each crime? You’ve got to be joking.”

A giggle escaped my throat, because what else was I going to do but laugh? “And, just for the record, I didn’t technically kill the second imp. When I brought him back to my father, he was alive. I only rang his bell a little. What my father chose to do with him after was none of my business.” Why was I

arguing stupid points? Because my brain was reeling. My wolf gnashed her teeth together and I had no better comebacks. This couldn’t be right. I had nothing to do with demons. “In my world, if your imp buddies come after me, I have full rights to defend myself. It says so under my Pack Laws. I can’t be in violation of an Underworld law for defending Pack Law. That goes against any kind of supernatural code and wouldn’t hold up in any court. I’ve heard you guys are big on courts.” The rumors were always that demons operated in a very regimented world, by their own regimented rules.

“My buddies, as you refer to them,” it said, “were not authorized to attack. It’s my understanding that you—what’s the human word?— tailed an imp who was minding his own business, and once confronted, that imp defended himself against you.”

“Minding his own business?” My hands fisted. “You mean in the process of raping a sixteen-year-old girl? Endangering human lives can’t be an acceptable Underworld practice. He had called attention to himself and had served jail time in a human prison. Those things have to count as some kind of an offense in your world.”

The demon’s mouth curved in distaste. “What an imp chooses to do on this plane is up to him. He had broken none of our laws.” Its hand flipped upward. It was shiny and way too clean. “You were the pursuer”—the demon flipped the other one so they were both out—“therefore you must pay.”

“Damn right I was the pursuer,” I said as I took a step forward without realizing it. “And I would pursue again and again to stop any imp from harming another innocent.”

“My point exactly.” Its eyes narrowed, its meticulous mouth curving up on one side in a half grin.

It was like an extremely refined Hannibal Lecter. There was something so creepy and unnatural about this demon. Chills raced along my spine. I’d just inadvertently put myself right in its snare. “You are a nuisance and you will answer for your crimes before we allow you to commit any others against us.”

“I’m not going to answer for anything,” I growled. “But if it gets you off my back, I will vow to you that I have no beef with the Underworld. My words should ring true enough to you.”

“Your vows are not valid to us.”

“Why not?”

“There are too many loopholes with the spoken word and it is too late for that anyway.” It turned from us, clasping its hands behind its back, as it stalked away. “You have already violated our laws.

You will pay for your crimes first, and then we will craft something that will bind you to your word,

but it will take time to hone it to perfection, of course.”

“I’m not paying for my crimes because I committed none.”

Rourke, Tyler, and Danny were all a hairsbreadth away from dropping and changing. I had to make sure that didn’t happen. If they attacked we would go to war with this Demon Lord, and I didn’t like those odds.

“Are you challenging my authority? The Crown of Astaroth is mine, you see.” It looked at me curiously. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“Um.” I paused. I was a twenty-six-year-old newborn werewolf. I had no idea who this demon was.

I’d just heard of the Crown of Astaroth for the first time from the imp. I had zero idea what it meant.

“I don’t know who you are and, to tell you the truth, I don’t really care. I know you won’t tell me your real name, because giving it to me would be too risky—even though I don’t know how to summon anything. My disinterest alone should prove I have no desire in your crown or your throne. Keep your imps and soul-selling goddesses on a tighter leash, and we shouldn’t have any more problems in the future.”

“That’s not how this works.” It turned back to face us. “I apologize for any miscommunication.

Crimes were committed and payment is due. We do not barter.” Before it could mask it, the demon’s eyes blinked and its pupils flashed serpentine. The irises went completely oval. In the next blink they were back to normal, which were a true, solid black.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere,” I stated again, throwing power into my words. I could use all the help I could get. “According to my Pack Laws, I perpetrated no crime. Supernatural Sect laws will prove my innocence, and I know you have to follow the rules on this plane to some extent, or you’d already have swept me away. You can’t take me without my permission, right? I have to agree to something. Isn’t that how it works? Did you really think I’d agree to go with you willingly?”

“I will not debate my laws with you.” Its voice shook the cavern and sulfur permeated the air so quickly I coughed into the back of my hand. “I am a Demon Lord, a Prince of Thrones, the Lord

Treasurer of Hell. I am not some low-level imp! If I say you are in offense of our laws, that is enough.” It pointed its manicured hand at the ground and rocks jumped. “You will be tried for your crimes in the Underworld and you will be found guilty.”

“No. ” I threw as much power into the word as I could and I felt my power press up against the demons energy. “That’s not what’s going to happen here. What’s going to happen is you’re going to go back to where you came from and be thankful I want nothing more to do with your race.”

Its eyes flipped to full serpent and it made no move to correct them. “I can carry you to the

Underworld without your consent. I do not need your permission. You have a court date with the High

Court of Mephistopheles. It has already been written in the Book. It is a mandatory appointment. If you do not show up, you will die.”

“You can’t bind me without my consent.”

“Your own blood has made the binding already.”

I gasped. “What?”

“You left your blood on the imp. You shouldn’t be so careless. In the future, I would advise against it.”

“That’s impossible,” Rourke interjected for the first time. “I don’t know a lot about your race, but I know words have power to you guys. She has to agree, verbally, to what you are saying. You can’t sweep her off to the Underworld without verbal consent. A deal has to be brokered between the two of you.”

“Not correct.” It waved its finger at us, looking like a possessed anchorman with its snakelike eyes.

It was a creature with very little humanness. This demon couldn’t possibly function in our world without being noticed even though it was doing its best to glamour itself into what it thought was a proper human form. “When crimes are committed, the magic shifts. Our world has branded her a criminal. We have her blood and her full name. That is enough to place her in our Book. Once it is written there, her future is sealed.”

I had to think fast. I wasn’t a criminal and power was power. If this Demon Lord wanted to take me, and