Written for #DiabolicalDeeds
Dangerous Games
By Lisa McCourt Hollar
The caliginous interior of the bar was the perfect place for
a clandestine meeting. Across from Helen, the man’s wolfish smile caused
sensations throughout her body that George had failed to inspire in gods knew
how long.
“So tall, dark and yummy,” she whispered, trailing a finger
across his hand, “what’s your name?”
Breathing in her
scent, a low growl emanated from his throat. “Calu.”
Helen laughed nervously,
cacaesthesia settling over her as time seemed to slow.
“Calu,” she joked, trying to ease the tension, “Sounds like
a drink.”
The demon smiled, revealing sharpened fangs. “Funny, you
should mention drink.”
Word Count: 100
