California's night life was just starting to accelerate even as the summer heat threatened to sap all energy from the air. I stood on the grass where my blade had been magically locked in place. I could still see the slit and loose dirt. Carlos would never give my blade to a demon. He trusted them only when they were dead and sometimes not even then. His familiar Latino voice came from a group of hardwood trees to my right.
"Looking for this?"
I turned slightly and looked at him. He was of Mexican descent and only a couple inches taller than me. His hair was shaved close to his head and a silver cross dangled from one ear and around his neck. "What makes you think I am," I laughingly replied.
Suddenly, I smelled Bronti's molasses scent filling the air and watched warily as he stepped from the shadows.
Carlos started to walk towards me, "Bronti said you'd live. I'm glad he was right." I waited for him, refusing to let my sight stray from the dark demon in front of me. Bronti was a shadow demon and when in his true form he was simply a black form. His eyes were a darkness that pulsed and shined eerily.
The hilt of my knife entered my peripheral vision for me to grab. Without focusing on it I grabbed and sheathed it. It was already humming to me, a signal that a demon was nearby. A slight vibration that only I could detect.
When Bronti spoke it felt as if I had syrup dripping down my body. "I can't imagine that Ezra would save you and then leave you."
I sneered and agitatedly replied, "At least he didn't lie to me."
"Is omission not a lie," he purred, never taking a step closer, but making me feel the stickiness of his presence.
I grimaced as I spoke, "It's none of your business."
"As it is none of your business what is between Carlos and I."
Bronti took that step. Instantly I felt Ezra's body lined up behind my own. My blade chimed in my head with his signature. He forcefully pressed his body into the sheath. His right arm flowed loosely around my waist and his left hand barely touched my collar bone. I didn't feel too impaired if I had to react quickly. Secure with the knowledge that Ezra was watching Bronti, my attention turned to Carlos as he jumped back. I watched a knife quickly appear and disappear as he registered who it was.
Carlos had known at an early age what he was. He had been exposed to demons as a child and ran away to keep his family safe. His years of training made him fast and knowledgeable. Ever since I met him I never understood why he was bound to Bronti. It didn't seem logical. But what did I know? I've only known him for three years. I suppose it was stranger still that I decided to be bound to a demon since my mother was killed by one. Carlos at least still saw his family occasionally. I briefly wondered what Bronti did during those times.
Ezra distracted my thoughts as he nuzzled the left side of my neck. He snugly placed his chin in the depression. Out of my peripheral vision I saw Carlos give me the 'look'. I was expecting it. The look always conveyed disbelief that Ezra and I were so intimate with each other. I didn't think it odd. Carlos' look always seemed to tell me different, even though he refused to discuss it.
Ezra's whisper carried through the air, "My staunch supporter."
Carlos just stared at us.
Bronti inhaled deep and said, "Shape shifters."
