epic-dark-urban-fantasy

She shoved me against the wall, pulling a knife from her belt and pressing it against my throat. __ho are you?_ she hissed. I winced as the blade drew a line of blood on my flesh. I considered my options. Queen of the Fallen, no. Enemy to your children, no. ____ Claire, the Devil__ assistant,_ I answered, deciding on the simplest choice.

I headed for my office, but stopped when I saw my laptop on the couch. Sorrel had obviously borrowed it__gain__ithout permission. I grabbed it, wondering what questionable site he__ left on the screen this time and making a mental note to run the anti-virus software. After taking a shower, putting on my pajamas, and fixing an ice cream sundae for dinner__es, it was one of those days__ sat down at my desk and pulled up the web browser.

I pulled Thanos in for a kiss, surprising him. I wasn__ sure if it was our bond or the fear this might be my last kiss, but I didn__ hold anything back. I let him in. He took full advantage, plundering my mouth as if I were the last woman on Earth, which could have been a result of him being trapped in a desolate wasteland for the last five hundred years__ut I decided not to overthink it.

What exactly did you expect me to do? I told The Boss what you said, but he__ not going to budge. Nobody gets dental.

You came here of your own free will, Claire. I won__ be denied. You__e mine now, and I intend to keep you.

I grouped my fellow employees into three categories: the plebes, the damned, and the demons.

I__ like to say it could have been worse. I__ sure lots of people hate their job, or their boss, or the people they work with. I just couldn__ relate to those people. They have options. They can quit their job, move out of town, or drop off the grid. The only option I had was a guaranteed one-way ticket to Hell when I died, and that didn__ include dental.