you weren’t a psycho during the big Brotherhood countdown, but right now I’m thinking I’ll be better off on my own.” Jordan stuffed his other leg into the jeans -- crisp, new Levis, a darker blue than he liked -- and pulled up the stiff zipper. His feet were bare and he hadn’t put on the shirt, but in a place like this no one would bat an eyelid. Hell, they probably wouldn’t look twice if he didn’tbother with the pants, either.
22 Willa Okati Lilith ignored him for the sake of her cuckoo-clock melody, tapping her wrist with the point of one fingernail. “You just keep on doing…whatever it is you’re doing. Good meeting you, Liam’s mom. Have a nice…whatever.” Jordan headed for the door. “Don’t even think about it.” Lilith made no showy gestures -- nothing sparkled, there was no whoosh of wind -- but all the same, the door she’d entered through slammed shut hard enough to send a crack splintering down its wood frame. Jordan heard a solid deadbolt shooting home, then another, and yet another. “Stay put. It’s not safe out there.” Jordan considered his options. He was big enough that he probably couldkick the door down, locks or no locks. On the other hand, if Lilith didn’t break a sweat -- much less her concentration -- over some impressive telekinesis, he wasn’t sure what she’d try next. He crossed his arms over his chest. “So it’s dangerous. So what? He’s alone. Somewhere. I’m in here. You see the problem and solution?” “Urgh ugh.” Lilith tsked. “Jordan heap big man. Go find Liam, thump on head with club, bring home to cave. You Tarzan, him John.” She shook her wrist. “Sorry, you’re out of time. Want to find out what the correct answer was? What you should do first?” Fine. He’d bite. “What?” “Nothing.” Lilith pulled off a perfect Gallic shrug. “Not a single damn thing, Jordy. Sorry. I don’t make the rules.” Jordan’s jaw dropped. “But you…and I…with the clothes, and the…what the hell, woman? Ahh!”He bucked, hands grasping his groin, which felt as if someone had just applied the electric end of a Taser to his balls. “Hell!” “Jordy, if you think a zap to the nuts is hell, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Let that be a reminder to treat me with a little respect, hmm?” She wiggled her fingers at him. “I’m not limited to electricity, just so you know.”
The Brotherhood 13: Incubus Call 23 “So, I can hang out here until whatever monsters out there chew up and spit out my boyfriend and remain intact myself, or I can go rescue his ass as a eunuch. Love my balls, lady, but right now the choice is clear.” Lilith chortled. “On or off, you definitely dohave balls. Look, Jordy, c’mere. Have a seat and listen, ’kay?” She plopped down in Liam’s computer chair and glided to the center of the room. A wooden box marked with the logo of a Mexican brewery skidded out to face her. “Sit. I won’t bite.” “That doesn’t mean you don’t, right?” Jordan asked warily as he sat down, taking great care. Ouch. “I’m starting to figure you out.”