Good Intentions (The Road to Hell Series, Book 1) by Brenda K. Davies

ground? Or will it be a cell?”
    “No need for a cell; the only place you can run is out there.” I pointed at the empty night beyond the rows of houses. “And unless you want to die, I would suggest not going that way.”

CHAPTER 9
    Kobal
    She stared out at the darkness as if she could somehow pierce the veil. From somewhere in the night, the forlorn cry of a creature not of her world echoed through the air. Her face remained impassive, but I caught a flash of uneasiness in her eyes.
    “I will escort you to where you’ll be staying,” Mac told her.
    River gave me a scathing glance before following Mac down the street through the row of houses toward the home where he resided. Over the past four years, there had been possibilities from around the world. All of them were housed away from the other humans until either myself, or whatever demon I’d left in charge of the area, cleared them of being a possibility. Afterward, the debunked possibility was moved in with the others to assimilate into their new lives.
    I stood and stared after the enticing sway of her hips, unable to believe she had absolutely no fear of me. Even if she took my eyes as some kind of deformity, my size alone caused most humans to stumble out of my way or gawk at me. It would be interesting to see how River fit in.
    Turning away from the tempting spectacle of her taut ass, I adjusted my erection and walked back up the hill toward the tents set up at the top. It had been a few days since I’d been with a woman, perhaps that was why she affected me so strongly.
    Mac would be joining me in my tent soon, so that meant it would be a while before I could attend the fire blazing hotly on the hill behind the tents. The flames leapt high into the night, illuminating the dark sky and the trees surrounding the clearing. Demons and humans alike would be gathered around those flames. Many of the women there would be more than happy to ease my lust after I met with Mac, but as my gaze drifted back to where River walked with Mac, I realized I wasn’t interested in any of the women attending the fire tonight.
    Get it together. She’s a human, and if she’s the progeny, then she may be the key to it all.
    I turned my attention to the canvas tents on top of the hill where we resided. Mine was the largest tent and the most noticeable with the meeting room at the front and another tent attached to the back for my sleeping quarters.
    We could have established ourselves in one of the homes the humans were so fond of, but living in a house wasn’t something we understood or wanted. If there had been caves in the area, we would have taken over those, but there weren’t any around here.
    Bale and Corson were waiting for me at the top of the hill. Behind them, the heavy canvas cloth of my tent flapped in the breeze. The fluttering sound was one I’d become accustomed to over the years.
    “Is it her?” Bale demanded.
    I quirked an eyebrow at her, she knew as well as Mac that it would take time to know. “Too soon to tell,” I replied.
    “How long do you think it will be before we know?”
    “As long as it takes.”
    Bale scowled at me and folded her arms over her chest. “I’m tired of waiting.”
    “We all are.”
    I ducked under the entrance to the tent and into the main meeting room where my book sat on the table. I released the pinned back flap, allowing it to fall closed over the entrance. The conversation to come with Mac would be held in private, something Corson and Bale knew. Walking over to the sideboard, I lifted a bottle of wine and poured two goblets. I would have much preferred the demon beverage mjéod to the wine, but it was brewed in Hell and I hadn’t had it since leaving my home behind.
    Returning to the table, I settled into my chair and surveyed the dark wood furniture in the room. All of the furniture within the tent had been collected from the abandoned homes in town. It would be left behind when we eventually moved onto another town