Archer’s heart skipped a beat, just the one, as he saw the demon he’d made the deal with. Damn, he’d forgotten how tall, how wide this demon was. But Archer’s body remembered the feel of the demon’s lips on his wrist, the high from relinquishing his soul. He was aroused again, and it annoyed him. He’d just fixed that.
“Then you’d lose,” said Archer as the demon entered the bubble of space the other demons had left around him and Kev. He inclined his chin a little, not afraid exactly, but not sure what their brief bond had done for this demon’s ego.
“Would I, little human?” asked the demon, and grinned wider. His hair was dark, his frame well-muscled, and he was larger than Archer. When he stepped directly up to him, Archer didn’t flinch. He figured he’d find out if that was a stupid move
