Checking her watch again, Kevan shifted anxiously from foot to foot, smiling when she felt Caleb’s arm encircle her waist.
“Stop bouncing, you’re driving me crazy.”
“I’m sorry,” she told him. “I’m nervous.”
“You have nothing to be nervous about; everything is going to be okay.” He kissed the side of her head.
“Awe, true love, ain’t it grand!” They jumped apart, turning to face the two who had appeared behind them. Caleb glared at the two men, as Kevan looked them over, thinking to herself, that if this was their real appearance, it was no wonder why so many people fell into their aura. Caleb’s touch broke the allure they cast, and suddenly they didn’t seem so attractive to her anymore.
“I told him that he wasn’t welcome,” Caleb growled.
“Like I would do what you want. Mullin is my right hand man, besides I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t insisted that I come and listen to you. Personally I think that you have nothing of interest for me.” Kevan found she couldn’t take her eyes off him, not because she was attracted to him, but she was having a hard time reconciling all that they knew about him.
“You wanted this meeting,” Caleb drawled.
“I was under the impression that it was to be a mutual exchange of information. But after Mullin came back from your last meeting, he made it seem like you weren’t interested.” Leonard pouted. “I moved on to other more interesting things.” The unwanted visitors projected a supreme look of confidence.
“That’s because we couldn’t figure out what your interest in the grimoire would be; it’s not like you can use it.” Caleb shot him a look. “But you seemed to be eager for an exchange of information, so we thought we would meet with you, and see what you have that could be of interest to us.” A sudden look of wariness settled over Leonard, and his movie star looks dimmed, as his mind was occupied with something else.
Caleb saw the shift, and smiled to himself as he watched Leonard’s shields come back up; he know something was up. “Relax, Leo!” Caleb enjoyed himself while he watched Leonard bristle at the use of the hated nickname.
“You called me!” Leonard informed them through clenched teeth.
Kevan stated unexpectedly, “You know, I just can’t get use to the fact that we can just pick up a phone, and call a demon any old time we want. What happened to the good old days when the only way to call a demon was to do a spell? Modern technology is great, but in some ways it doesn’t make you guys feel quite so scary anymore.”
“What?” Leonard hissed. Kevan knew she was pissing him off. “What do you want?”
“No, actually I think the question should be what do you want?” Kevan became very serious. “Why do you want the gimoire so badly?” She watched the emotions, if that was what a demon had, flash across his face. Whatever it was he wanted, he wanted it really bad, she could see it in his black soulless eyes.
“We’re leaving!” Leonard stated, as he turned away from them.
“Uh, before you leave, can I ask you about Leila?” Kevan asked very causally, watching and waiting for a reaction. The change was instantaneous. The sky blackened with a threat of a storm, flashes of lightening streaked across the sky, his glamour dropped, and the real Leonard stood in front of them, warts and all.
“I think we’ve touched a nerve,” Kevan whispered loudly to Caleb, who shook his head. He enjoyed Kevan’s sense of humour, but sometimes it came out at the worst possible times. Leonard wasn’t to be toyed with; he could do some very serious damage.
“Kevan!” he shot her a warning, and she gave him a wide eyed innocent look before she looked back at the hissing, spitting, eight foot tall, black and red demon. His eyes looked like they were made up of flames, pulsating anger flaring within them. Kevan smiled to herself, liking that she was able to knock an all-powerful demon off balance. She could sense the rising anger, which her question had invoked. She wanted to appear calm and unconcerned with his reactions, but all she had running through her head was, hurry up Kait, as they waited for the text message.