Forsaken
““You sold them?” Harper asked. There wasn’t a whiskey bottle in sight, and his eyes were predatory, like he was waiting to pounce. It gave her the creeps, and she wished Simon were here, not out buying trapping supplies.
Riley dumped the paperwork in front of him. A frown appeared as he flipped the pages. She’d sold the demons for the amount he’d said and brought him the cash and forms. Why was he upset?
“You sold them to the fag!” he bellowed.
Uh-oh. That’s what Jack had meant when he said it was on her head.
“Why the hell didn’t you go to Roscoe like I told you?” Harper demanded, his voice echoing off the open rafters. “Can’t you do one damned thing right?”
“I went to the perv. He wouldn’t sign the papers.”
“Why the hell not?”
“He said he’d give me one-twenty apiece for the demons as long as I did the deal under the table.” She took a gulp of air. “He said to tell you I got seventy-five and lost the paperwork, then I could keep the rest.”
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