“Fine,” I said, still muffled. “I have a demon boyfriend. If you don’t let me go, I’m pretty sure he will tear all your limbs off your torso and then feast on your soul.”

I didn’t really know if that was a thing demons did, but might as well go with it. It wasn’t a total lie. Asmodeus wouldn’t be happy this guy had caught his little human pet. And I was pretty sure an unhappy demon wasn’t high on anyone’s list of favorite things. Except maybe Lucifer’s.

Oh my god, what if this guy was Lucifer?

That was impossible, right? He lived in Hell. Of course, I would have assumed the Princes of Hell lived in the underworld, too, so all bets were off.

“You’re human,” he said quietly. “Demons don’t date humans. Only use them as playthings.”

My mouth went dry. Well, that wasn’t at all unnerving. Unfortunately, it probably wasn’t that far off the mark.

“Plaything or girlfriend, it doesn’t matter. I’m still protected by a demon, so you should probably run along home and give up on your big serial killer dreams. Because Az knows about you, and he will track you down. It’s probably best for you to get out of the United States ASAP. Actually, make that this planet.”

I was just talking out of my ass now. Asmodeus had shown no interest in finding the killer. He was far too wrapped up in his world of business ventures and rich, powerful friends. Sure, he didn’t want me to walk alone at night, but it seemed like that was the extent of his concern. Why would a demon care about a killer in the streets?

The guy’s black mask hid his mouth from view, but I could see a reflection of his wicked grin in his eyes. Anger flashed in his grey irises, a flash of steel, like a sword beneath the glint of moonlight.

I swallowed hard. I didn’t think my fake bravado had done much to convince him to let me go. Time to come up with another plan.

My gaze drifted down the length of him and landed on his crotch. Hmm. Maybe if I was fast enough, I could slam my boot into his dick and run. Yeah, I thought to myself as I rolled back my shoulders. This guy deserved a good kick in the dick, and I was more than happy to be the one to administer it.

“I don’t like that look on your face,” he grunted as he pulled a large, serrated knife from his back waistband. “Time to stop messing around. Normally, I wouldn’t touch a human, but you chose your path. Now, it’s time for you to die.”