"They're not all death and torture, some of the demonkyn are almost cuddly," Nick quipped, "relatively speaking, but you're probably right to keep them at arms length. Better safe than sorry leads to leads to less time running like hell."

The return whisper, and the soft warmth of her breath on his skin, had no real effect on him at all. Which was a complete lie, but he tried to at least keep from showing that his pulse had spiked.