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His powers stopped working immediately, causing me to fall from how my muscles strained to fight his magic and save the girl. With her catching her breath on my chest, I brushed some of her hair out of her face. “I’m George by the way.”
“Lacey,” she breathed out.
“Duncan,” my brother chimed in, lying back on the bed now that the devil had been contained.
“And I’m Konrad.” Konrad always had this loving nature about him that skipped right over the two of us, but he balanced out our raging assholery. He also could tell that leaving Lacey by herself after such an ordeal wouldn’t be wise, so he figured out the perfect plan. “I noticed some ham steaks in the kitchen. Anyone hungry?”
Chapter seven
Konrad
Fine ingredients sat in this kitchen, prepared to go to waste from what Lacey had informed us of. She spoke about her recent break up and being abandoned at an isolated cabin to spend her holiday alone. What kind of monstrous fool did that to a woman? We might have hooves and horns, but we had a sliver of humanity left in us to know better. What did his mother teach him?
Making a disgruntled noise from my stance over the stove, the sizzling of the ham steaks silenced it from the others. If my brothers heard, they’d just believe something about the food bothered me for a moment. Containing my wrath, I focused on the girl who sat at the bar across from me. She needed more than a pick me up, and her eyes were heavy from not sleeping long with alcohol in her system.
“I’m sorry he did that to you,” I blurted out of nowhere. “No one should be alone over a holiday. He should’ve given you the kindness you deserved and done it before you drove up here.”
“And in person,” George grumbled from his spot beside her. “This new generation likes that ghosting method.”
“More technology than we grew up with, but it has helped my company.” Duncan shrugged.
“Company?” Lacey perked up in disbelief.
Duncan smiled with a chuckle. “We’re only in this form for one night.”
“Unless we visit the underworld,” George added.
“Right. Unless we visit our demonic home, but we’re men for majority of our time. I run a software company.” Duncan winked at her.
“And I’m a chef of a five-star restaurant.” Waving my spatula, I delighted in her learning more about us.
“That makes sense. You chopped all the vegetables while looking at me.” Lacey blushed before reaching for her glass to have a sip of water. Turning her head to George, he rolled his eyes.
“Security detail for people I cannot say.”
“NDA nonsense,” I whispered and made her laugh.
“So you really are human? Is that the right word to use?” She glanced between us.
“Kind of. We appear human, but our kind has been around for centuries. A Nordic god named Hel created a son that would remove the evil entities before they came into full power. His son then fathered more when breeding demons, so we’re from that lineage. Part god, part demon, and demons are part human. Hel chose the same day as old Saint Nic to make it so we hid under the guise of Christmas for our night of reckoning.”
“So you can’t just shift?”
George shook his head. “We’re not werewolves, Lacey. It isn’t the moon that triggers our shifts. It’s more of a curse, and it calls to us one night a year. It disappears in the same night, vanishing by the break of light over the horizon.”
“You’ll be average Joes by morning?”
“Precisely.” I set her food down in front of her. My brothers grabbed their plate, needing to refuel after such a long night. “We’re only this for a short time, but we appreciate you not judging us when you saw us. You must be a good witch to know other things exist.”
“A witch?” she pulled a face before taking a bite and humming her approval of my omelet and ham steak. “I’m not a witch.”
“The better word for it is Wiccan,” Duncan rectified my wording. “You might not know, but you are something otherworldly. You have to be in order to see us and to conjure an evil spirit. Whoever posted your inner child spell knew few like you would actually be able to use it. Most Wiccans don’t know they are because the vow of silence most took after the Salem Witch Trials. It only takes a smidge of ancestry to have enough in your bloodstream to do spells.”
“You’re telling me that I’m a witch?” We blew her mind. She sat back on her chair and felt the heaviness of the statement.
“To be fair, your parent probably never knew either,” I pointed out.
“I’m not sure, but if they are, they don’t know. Though, my mom does love nature,” she murmured that last part like her past was clicking together some missing pieces, and it overwhelmed her.
