BOOK 2: THE UNLIKEABLE DEMON HUNTER: STING

"Shove it in already," I said through gritted teeth. My back was freezing from the damp, flaking basement concrete I lay against, while the two-foot-long, rat-shaped demon pinning me down was doing shit for my front.

Rohan Mitra, rock star turned demon hunter, shook his tousled dark hair, his full lips puckering in obvious disgust. "I'm not putting my finger in there. You want it so badly, do it yourself."

I slammed an ...