The Demon's Song: Paranormal New Adult Romance Read Online Free

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    “It’s going well,” she said, though it was only a half truth. Part of her wanted to ask him why the hell he thought he should promote her over Olivia and instantly make her an outcast at the office, but part of her wanted to thank him. It meant a large bump to her already considerable salary and she could use the money.
    “I’m glad to hear it,” Draven said as his eyes scanned her face. “And Ramona is showing you your new responsibilities?”
    “Yes sir, thank you Mr. Crane,” she managed to say.
    “Please,” he stopped her again. “Call me Draven. Mr. Crane is so formal.”
    “Um, okay,” she nodded.
    “Now, Cadence,” he said as he stroked his strong jaw with his finger. “The name Lowry, it’s English, is it not?”
    “I think so,” Cadence nodded, unsure what he was getting to.
    “I think I’ve met some Lowrys before,” Draven nodded as his eyes intently watched her. “Do you know anything about your family history?”
    “Not really,” Cadence said as she fiddled with her own fingers. Why is he asking me this? she thought as she tried to calm herself down. Draven’s gaze was intimidating and she wasn’t sure if she could sit still much longer while he continued to watch her. Despite his strong glare and intense eyes, she was never truly scared of him. Something about him made her feel strangely safe, despite her own uncertainty.
    While Cadence sat and played with the uneven fingernail on her pinky finger, Draven stood up from his desk. Thunder boomed all around them as he walked around the side of his desk and moved behind her chair.
    She didn’t know whether to watch him as he moved, but she couldn’t help but keep her eyes straight forward as Draven almost prowled around her. Even with the thunder outside and the rain pounding on the windows, she could hear her own heart in her chest. She could almost feel the heat radiating from Draven and she couldn’t stop a shudder as she thought about him watching her.
    Even though she didn’t know the answers, Draven still questioned her. “What school did you go to?”
    “Cornell,” she answered, only managing the one word.
    “What did you study?” he asked as he sat on the edge of his desk.
    “English literature,” Cadence answered, but she couldn’t meet his gaze. “But, I, uh, didn’t finish,” she admitted to him.
    “And why’s that?” Draven asked. His eyes narrowed as he waited for her answer.
    “I didn’t really think I was getting what I wanted out of it,” she answered honestly. Something about the way he looked at her felt like she was compelled to tell the truth.
    “And what was it you wanted out of it?”
    “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I went into it because I love reading and I’ve thought about writing, but I don’t know. I think I just thought it would give me more real life experience.”
    “And that’s why you left?” Draven asked. He sat so perfectly still as he watched her that it was nearly unsettling, yet she couldn’t find it in her heart to be truly scared.
    “That, and stress,” she said, unable to stop herself. “My eyes kept going all weird and I was seeing stuff and wow I shouldn’t tell you this. You’re my boss.”
    “It’s fine,” he assured her. “We’ll be working closely together and I want to know about my new assistant.”
    “Okay,” she relented. “But it’s not like I went crazy and was actually seeing things or hearing thing, nothing that bad. It’s just like, shadows at the edge of my eyes. Little things, but they got worse when I was in school.”
    Draven’s calm veneer was strong, but he couldn’t hide the slight rise of his eyebrow as his interest grew. “And do you still see those shadows, as you call them? Do you see the now?”
    “I do still see them,” she nodded. “Even after I left school, they kept getting worse. Actually, this is the first time I haven’t seen them in a while.”
    “Well that certainly is something,” Draven