A Demonic Bundle (42 page)

Maksim frowned deeper. What was that kid’s last name, anyway?

Cherise clucked her tongue, and for a moment, Maksim thought it was because he didn’t remember, then she continued.

“Well, at least he sent him something, I guess,” she said, but Maksim got the feeling that she wasn’t really buying her own justification.

She bustled off to break up a shoving match between two girls over a toy shopping cart with only one wheel.

Maksim returned his attention to the group of kids Damon had rejoined, finding him still grinning from ear to ear, clutching his gift.

How strange. Humans were so strange about what they found sentimental and important.

He watched Damon a moment longer, then let the thought go. But not before he felt an odd tugging. A feeling he didn’t understand.

He groaned. Oh no. No, no. Wasn’t it bad enough he was feeling stuff over Jo? He couldn’t start feeling sympathetic to all humans.

Even their evil little offspring.

No way.

J
o had to admit this felt like her longest day of her life. She’d managed to complete her grant proposal and found a grant that would provide computers to nonprofits.

She should have felt good about that, especially since racing thoughts and exhaustion had made the already tedious task of technical writing all the more challenging.

But she’d managed to keep thoughts of Maksim at bay. She’d even managed to convince herself that his odd behavior this morning was good. A reminder that she had no business being interested in him. Her reasoning had mostly worked. Sort of.

Either way, she’d gotten some work done and now all she could think about was getting some dinner and heading to bed; with any luck, she’d get a good night’s sleep.

The center was quiet as she hit save on the computer, then searched her desk drawer for a disk. She shook her head as she fumbled with the small square storage device. No one used floppy disks anymore.

She was so pleased she found that grant for computers. Then they could offer some basic computer courses in the evening. And the preschoolers could even get familiar with using a mouse and how to use the icons. This was an computerized world, and it would do the kids good to have a little experience with them. Maybe she could even have some tutoring for high school kids, too. Computers would help all the way around.

Jo was still considering how she could offer tutoring at the center when her contemplation was interrupted by a sound in the hallway.

She paused, her finger on the eject button of the computer. She listened. No one should be here. On Thursday nights she had no adult or seniors’ events scheduled, due to lack of help.

Again she heard the noise. The shuffle of feet, or more a pattering like small bare feet on the worn linoleum. Goose-bumps dotted her arms and a chill skittered down her spine. Fear rose in her throat, strangling her.

You’re hearing things, she told herself. No one was here. Cherise had locked the doors when she left. She was just imagining it.

Then she heard the same sound, this time closer to her door. As if someone was creeping closer.

“Hello?” she called, shifting her chair so she could see around her computer and out the door. The glimpse of hallway from the half-closed door was dingy gray, the sunlight waning but not quite gone. Her call was met by silence.

She shivered, icy cold seeming to fill her room. Her small office, which was usually stuffy, suddenly felt like a meat locker. She released a slow, scared breath, and moisture misted the freezing air.

She leaned a little further over her desk, trying to see if she would make out any shadows, some kind of movement.

And what if she did?

Glancing around, she reached for a ballpoint pen, holding it tightly. Not much of a weapon, but better than nothing.

What if what she was hearing wasn’t a person? What if it wasn’t flesh and blood. What if…

She didn’t let her thoughts finish.

“Hello?” she cried again, determined to prove to herself her fear was unfounded. If anyone was there, it was someone with a good explanation

“Is anyone there?”

This time her question was met with a distinct response. The slap of feet on the floor, heading away from her office.

She forced herself to rise and go around her desk. Pen poised in front of her, she peeked out into the hallway. The corridor was empty, nothing but scuffed linoleum, fingerprint-smudged off-white walls, and fading light.

Jo stood there, trying to understand, trying to explain away what she heard. But after a few moments, she gave up. She just wanted out of here.

Hurrying back into the office, she shut down her computer, grabbed her purse, and turned off the lights. Looking neither left nor right, she went to the front door and twisted the lock open. She stepped outside, the warm evening air instantly calming her.

She rummaged through her purse, looking for her keys.

Just your imagination, she told herself. Nothing but exhaustion and overworking. And probably hunger, too.

She laughed slightly, the sound a little panic-stricken. Her thoughts sounded like Ebenezer Scrooge’s in
A Christmas Carol
, right before seeing his deceased business partner, Jacob Marley. The noises back there had to be caused by a blob of mustard. Or an old potato.

She was really losing it.

She finally found her keys and secured the door. Just as she was pulling the key from the lock, she caught movement through the window. Someone or something was in there.

The hallway was dark, darker now because she was in the light. But she knew what she saw. Dark hair and rainbow stripes.

A startled sound escaped her and she turned and ran.

Maksim had been waiting outside the St. Ann Community Center for hours, telling himself that the endeavor was a stupid one. He was hot. He was bored. His butt hurt from sitting on the concrete stoop he’d been using as a bench. He was feeling more than a little foolish.

And he was hungry.

None of these problems led to a friendly or reasonable demon. And an unhappy, irrational demon was usually bad news.

But some of his discontent and crankiness vanished as soon as he saw Jo leaving the center. He stood, about to follow her, because in all his time of sitting there, waiting, he still hadn’t formulated a decent plan of what to do when he finally saw her.

He only knew he needed to see that she was okay. All morning she’d remained in her office, but he hadn’t been able to get how tired and frazzled she looked out of his mind. He also regretted being so curt about her looks—all because he was worried about hurting her feelings. How had he become such a schmuck?

Just as he would have moved out of his waiting area, Jo spun away from him and started down the crumbling sidewalk in a mad dash.

Still unsure of what he intended to do, he took off after her, staying several feet behind her, unsure whether his “coincidental” appearance would help or just upset her more.

When she’d gone two blocks to the corner of Esplanade and Royal, she slowed her pace. Her movements, however, continued to appear agitated. She ran a hand through her hair. She glanced over her shoulder, but didn’t seem to notice him.

Without further thought, just knowing that he had to see what had her so distressed, he yelled out to her.

“Jo! Jo, wait.”

She turned, her eyes wild with fear. Then she saw who was calling to her, and she did turn and run. But not away from him, toward him.

“Maksim! Oh, Maksim.”

He wasn’t sure if should see her reaction as some sort of victory, because she was clearly distraught and desperate to see anyone she knew, but he did.

He immediately pulled her against his chest. Her breathing was ragged, shallow. She clung to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

“Jo, what’s wrong? What happened?”

She didn’t speak for a moment, she just clutched him as if she was afraid that if she let go he’d disappear. He held her, keeping her firmly against him. Reassuring her.

“Jo? What’s going on?” he asked again when he thought she wasn’t going to answer him.

Finally she broke her stranglehold, but only enough so she could look up at him. Her skin was pale, drained of all color to an almost grayish tone. Purple circles stood out under her eyes. She looked awful.

And Maksim felt…scared. Not
of
what she was scared of, but
for
her.

“I’m so glad it’s you,” she said, which wasn’t the response he’d expected. Even after the violent hug.

“What happened, Jo?”

Jo pulled in several breaths, clearly trying to calm and gather herself.

“I was just leaving work,” she finally said, not answering his question in the least. She looked over his shoulder as if she expected to see someone behind him.

He glanced, too. No one was there.

“Jo?” He waved a hand in front of her face to regain her attention—although he wasn’t really sure he ever had it. “What happened?” Repeat, repeat and maybe he’d get an answer.

She blinked up at him, her expression dazed, fear lingering. “I…” She shook her head as if she could keep her train of thought. She glanced over his shoulder again in the direction of the center.

Finally she met his eyes again. “I’m fine.”

She was lying, still evading the truth but he didn’t call her on it.

Instead, he checked his wristwatch, pretending that he had no idea what time it was because he hadn’t been sitting around all afternoon waiting for her. Also pretending like she didn’t just run down the street like the hounds of hell were after her.

“Wow, you stayed late tonight,” he said, keeping his voice normal and calm, deciding that would do the most toward helping her at the moment. “Did you get the grant proposal done?”

Jo’s posture relaxed a little, and Maksim could tell he’d done the right thing to stick to safe, ordinary topics. She wasn’t ready to discuss what had her looking like she’d seen a ghost.

“I did finish,” she said. “Two actually.”

“Wow. That’s great,” he said, then paused. What were other innocuous subjects he could bring up?

“It seemed to take forever,” she added, taking some of the burden off him. “But I will get it in just in time. And with any luck, we’ll see some new computers, too.”

“Well, that will be good. The center really needs them.” Okay, this conversation couldn’t sound any more mechanical. But he could see it was helping her.

“Where were you headed?” she asked.

“I was headed to get something to eat.” Given that Maksim wasn’t acting the least bit like the clever, devious, manipulative demon he was, he was pretty pleased with that response. “Want to join me?”

He was already planning the best way to coax her, when she said, “Sure. I could eat.”

He blinked, surprised. Then he grinned. “Excellent.”

Jo may have convinced herself that she was better off without Maksim, but that didn’t matter now. She’d never been happier to see a person in her whole life. She didn’t even feel embarrassed for jumping into his arms.

She glanced back up the sidewalk toward the community center. But she couldn’t be alone. She was terrified. And no matter how illogical it was, or how dangerous in its own right, Maksim made her feel safe. And right now, she refused to contemplate that. She just needed his presence to steady her.

He held out a hand, inviting her to start walking, then he fell into step beside her.

“So you just happened to be walking by the center now?” she asked, finding it a rather strange coincidence, but then it wasn’t terribly strange compared to what had been happening to her of late.

“I don’t live far from here,” he answered, and she had no reason to doubt that. “And I’m heading to the Quarter.”

“Really? Where is your place?”

“On Ursulines.” He realized his explanation made no sense.

So did Jo. “So you walked back to Esplanade only to head back into the Quarter?”

“I had an errand to do.” He didn’t volunteer more than that, and Jo got the feeling asking him anything more wouldn’t get any answers. And what did it matter anyway? She was just infinitely glad she wasn’t alone.

“Where were you headed?” he asked casually, and she wondered if he really didn’t notice that she was running like a madwoman away from the center.

“Home,” she said automatically, then bit the inside of her lip. She could have said anything that would have made less sense than that, and she almost groaned with relief when all he said was, “See, you were taking the roundabout route, just like me.”

He smiled at her, and she got the feeling that he knew she was lying, but he wasn’t going to question her about it. And she appreciated that. How was she supposed to tell anyone that she thought she was seeing her dead sister?

They walked silently for several moments until Maksim stopped in front of a restaurant, Laforesterie.

Jo hesitated. The historical building with its large windows, gas lights, and flower-decorated balcony looked very posh, and very expensive.

“I don’t think I’m dressed for this place,” she said, gesturing to her wrinkled skirt.

Maksim glanced down at his own black T-shirt and jeans, which he was still wearing from this morning. Probably dirt stains on his ass from the concrete stoop. “You look great. Besides, my clothes are very likely covered in paste and fruit juice and other viscous liquids that are best not contemplated.”

Jo raised an eyebrow. “Like you couldn’t make paste look good.” She blushed as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

What was she saying?

Maksim studied her, feeling assured for the first time in a long time. So she thought he looked good in paste. Not the best compliment he’d ever received, but he’d take it. It was the first time she’d said definitively that she found him attractive.

He moved forward to open the door for her, ushering her in.