Accidentally Married To A Demon

by Mila Young

  Accidentally Married To A Demon

  Fiend’s Peak

  Mila Young

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  Contents

  ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A DEMON

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Shadowlands Sector

  Books By Mila Young

  About Mila Young

  ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A DEMON

  Better the devil you know, or the one you accidentally married...

  Adventure is not my middle name. It’s not even a nickname I once got after a few drinks and a lot of bad judgment. No, adventure is not something you’d associate with a safe, risk-averse witch like me. And I’m fine with that.

  But then...things start changing. One phone call spun my safe life right out of orbit. My late aunt just left me a vineyard in the middle of Transylvania.

  Transylvania!

  And it only gets weirder and worse from there. There’s a demon I accidentally married, and he’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Oh, and let’s not forget about the vampires threatening my life...yeah, things have gotten exponentially worse.

  But the worst part is that my demon husband is hiding more than the secrets of my inheritance, which given my newfound luck just might do me in before the vamps get their chance.

  Mom always did say marriage was hell. If only she knew how right she was…

  Chapter 1

  "Unfortunately, we are downsizing. All the executives were told to drop employees, so this isn't personal," the senior editor in charge stood before the six of us, pretending this was anything but a money-grabbing exercise. We'd all seen the advertising agency's profit announcement. Fifty million dollars, a new record, and they fired us junior editors who were on measly salaries anyway. What a bunch of dicks.

  The room remained deadly silent, and unease curled in my stomach. My mind raced with recollections of the eight hundred dollars I had in my savings, though how long before I chewed through that? I might need to get a roommate after all, which sucked.

  Cherry remained standing at the head of the table in our meeting room in her power suit. I sighed heavily, wanting to leave already, rip the Band-Aid off and move on. All the years I put into my job meant nothing to them. The ache deepened that I would be unemployed and in need of another job fast.

  "As your last day is today, I'll need each of you to pack your belongings, hand in your phones, laptops, and key passes." She watched us emotionless and flicked the chestnut curl dangling over her brow. I never liked the woman when she started here six months earlier and brown-nosed to everyone, including flirting to keep her job, and I sure didn't like her now.

  A soft mumble of whispers rose around the table from my worried colleagues.

  I tuned out as she rattled on and instead I shook all thoughts out of my mind, my knees bouncing under the table. This wasn't what I needed when I had bills pilling up, and neither was the rising sickness hitting the back of my throat. The lights in the room flickered like they might go out. Everyone stared up, and I cringed on the inside.

  "Excuse me." I rose to my feet, needing to head to the bathroom before I threw up everywhere. I had this horrible gag reflex to high anxiety and the lights popped. I didn't need to check to know that the lights in the building were flicking as well.

  It happened whenever I was stressed or annoyed, just like vomiting. Yeah, I was complicated. Mom taught me to control how I let the power rush through me. That was about as much as I let her teach me about the way of life of a witch that I'd inherited from her, and it was generally enough. She wasn’t the loving, caring kind of Mother, but more of the do-it-this-way-or-else approach. And she wasn’t shy to lock me in the cupboard under the stairs for full days as punishment. I cringed at the memories. As soon as I hit eighteen, I moved out, and even now at twenty-six, I didn’t look back.

  I made it to the bathroom just in time and hurled out my lunch, the lights still flickering crazily. When I finished spewing my guts out, I washed my mouth out at the sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The flashing lights settled as my pulse did. I stared at the glassiness of my green eyes, the messy ponytail holding my red hair, and a spec of something on my shirt. I glanced down. Oh, please don't be vomit.

  Hastily, I washed the blemish, leaving a wet patch over my heart revealing the top of lace bra. I huffed. Who the hell cared, right? Not like I worked at the agency anymore. That part left me sighing again.

  "Okay," I said to myself. "You'll get a new job. You've got experience, and you'll also apply for unemployed benefits tonight." Then why did my stomach hurt again?

  Shaking myself physically, I pushed the loose strands off my face and headed out of the bathroom.

  A screeching laugh came from the hallway to my left, and I looked in that direction to find my ex, Liam, hugging and tickling the new graphic designer they just employed.

  My whole body froze solid. We'd just broken up two weeks ago, and his parting words would never leave me. Don't shed a parting tear for me. Asshole.

  I turned away, figuring I wasn't going to walk past them so I'd go the long way back to the meeting room.

  "Nilsa," Liam called out.

  "Oh, God," I mumbled under my breath.

  "Hey." He touched my shoulder, and I turned to him, forcing a smile like everything in my life was superb. His new girlfriend was nowhere in sight. "I heard the news, and I wanted to say I’m so sorry."

  I blinked at him, trying to decipher his sarcasm. "It's fine, I was going to leave anyway, so it's perfect timing." I hated how easily I lied, but Liam did that to me after he split us up for me not being career driven enough. What sort of crap excuse was that? He was an editor, one hop up from my position. Anyway, I had enough of him.

  "Really? But you used to tell me this was your dream job,” he continued, his eyes narrowing as if he was ready to pick apart my lie to pieces.

  "Yeah well, things change," I answered a bit too fast. Taking a deep breath, my words spilled out. "I got another offer as senior editor at The New Tribune."

  His mouth dropped open. "Wow. They're the biggest paper in town." He ran a hand through his light hair, his pale blue eyes staring at me with that look that made me fall for him in the first place.

  Except I slapped myself mentally, remem
bering Liam was a player.

  "Yep. I can't wait. And haven't you been trying to become senior editor for a while?"

  He nodded, the wheels spinning behind his eyes at how I could possibly have jumped in my career above him.

  "Well, I better go." The lies were coming too easily which scared me, and one call to the paper would reveal my fib. But I'd be long gone from the agency by then. And it was everything to see the fallen expression on his face.

  Call me sadistic, but after he made me cry for a week straight from dumping me, well, I enjoyed every moment of seeing his shock.

  I hurried down the corridor.

  "Hey Nilsa, want to catch up for drinks after work like the old days. I miss you."

  And there he was... the real Liam. Dickhead extraordinaire.

  I glanced over my shoulder to where his new fling stood farther down the hall behind him and said, "I think your new girlfriend might have an issue with that."

  "Liam?" she blurted, her cheeks blanching.

  I smiled and hiked it out of there, but there wasn't a part of me that didn't believe this would somehow come back and bite me. Hell!

  candiestkane.blogspot.com

  Hi guys, it's the sweetest witch again.

  Well, today didn't run the way I wanted it to. Woke up, got my coffee, headed in to work. The subway was a little too packed, so I had to stand all the way. Sure, it's only two stops, but it still sucks all the camel testicles.

  Got to the office. Someone got in a little too early and put the thermostat a little higher than I like. We're in the middle of goddamn summer. If you want to work in a sweat lodge, why not step outside and get the work done there?

  Oh, and I got fired today too.

  I know, way to bury the lede, right Nilsa?

  I know that I didn't do anything. I mean, sure, everyone says that sort of thing, but in the end, when I was talking to the senior editor in charge of my division, he said that all the executives were being told to drop employees, and that just meant that all the junior editors were getting dropped. The guy fired us in a group meeting. How fucking lazy is that?

  It always sucks to be fired from a job that you love. I liked working for the Echo Agency. I'm good at my job, so it's not like I can't find work elsewhere, especially with a recommendation waiting for me. And the severance package was pretty sweet too. But it certainly isn't where I wanted to be at the end of the day.

  Still, I'm meeting up with the rest of the folks that were fired for drinks later today. I might post picture, but no promises.

  That's it for me on this post. Lots of hugs.

  The Candiest Kane around. Nilsa.

  It wasn't my best post. People had come to expect more than just life updates from me on my blog, but then today just didn't feel like the time to drop a meaningful limerick or anecdote. I already had enough on my mind, and I couldn’t stop thinking about being fired in a herd with others. It left a terrible taste in my mouth.

  I got dressed to head out. A nice summer attire, T-shirt, jeans and my favorite boots, a quick ponytail, earrings, my necklace charm, and a little retouching of my makeup was all that was really needed. Ready in less than ten minutes.

  "Not bad," I whispered to myself, staring down the odd woman with bright, emerald-green eyes looking back at me. "Not bad at all."

  So, I kept my magic in check, mostly pretending I didn’t have any, and tried to lead a normal, human life. Mom once called me an ostrich for not wanting to admit I was a witch, but after everything I’d seen her and other witches do growing up, the hurt they caused on others, the changes it brought out in them, well that wasn’t my cup of tea. So call me an ostrich.

  Days were longer in the summer in New York, and I could feel the last few rays of sunshine still bursting from between the buildings, letting it soak into my pale skin. People hurried down the sidewalk, most looking like they just left work, so I briskly wove around them.

  "Soon I’ll have to go and find another job," I mumbled, seeing the sign for the Irish bar coming up quickly, then pushed the thought out of my mind. For now I didn’t care about work.

  One of the few coworkers that I actually considered a friend was waiting outside for me with a cigarette in her lips. I smiled, closing in on her but keeping about a pace of distance between us while she finished off the little white cylinder and stuffed it into a nearby ash tray.

  "How are you doing, Nilsa?" she asked, patting my shoulder.

  I shrugged. "I mean, I didn't expect to be fired this morning, but... oddly optimistic. How about you, Kels? Need me to do my Jack Nicholson impression to make you feel better?"

  Kels laughed, flipping her auburn curls back out of her eyes. "No, but I do appreciate the thought. I think I just need a drink, maybe a good one-night stand, and then I'll be ready to get back on the whole... job search thing."

  "Well, I know that's going to go well." I leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Popping in on all the job interviews like... Here's Johnny!"

  She snorted, shaking her head. "Fuck you. Come on, Jenny and Charles are already here. Brig said that she's going to be a little late."

  We both stepped into the bar, and I motioned to Cas, the bartender. He waved back and already started filling a tall glass mug with beer, quickly motioning for one of the waitresses to get it to me as I joined the rest of the team that had been fired today at one of the booths in the back.

  "Nilsa!" Charles called, waving her over. "Nice post on your blog. You guys all follow Nilsa's blog, right? She's got like... what, almost ten thousand followers by now?"

  "People like the idea of putting ideas of the occult into regular, day-to-day terms," Jenny noted as Kels and I took our seats. "I mean, there's always going to be a place for fearmongering, but having the stuff explained in a way that takes all the woo-hoo voodoo shit out of it. How do you know so much about the occult anyway?"

  I did tell them in the past that it was because my mom is an actual practicing witch and I inherited the gift from her, but they had taken it as a joke. No point in pressing the issue.

  "I minored in occult studies while I was finishing my journalism degree," I lied, smiling at the waitress that brought my beer. "It's always been interesting to me, so I kept on doing independent research after I graduated. I started using the blog to take down my thoughts like a diary, and... it sort of took off."

  "Well, at least you have something to keep you busy while you're out of a job." Charles took a sip from what looked like a Manhattan.

  Kels reached over and squeezed her shoulder. "We're all in the same boat. Drinking our troubles away is just the sort of thing one needs to hit the ground running from this point.”

  I took another sip from my beer and smiled.

  "Time to spend some of that last paycheck," Jenny shouted, raising her bottle of light beer. "Here's to hitting the ground running!"

  "Hear, hear," I replied and was met by a chorus of the same from the rest. I needed something to numb the growing worry that if I didn’t find a job soon, I’d end up homeless.

  Chapter 2

  Something was ringing, and it most certainly wasn't my head.

  I was hung over. I hated the feeling. It had been a couple of years since the last time I'd woken up with a head feeling like an anvil.

  "Fucking... damn it," I mumbled, rolling over on my bed and narrowing my eyes, looking up at the crack in the shades, letting some of the morning sunlight though. It was a nuisance, although thankfully the air conditioning unit in my apartment was powerful enough to keep the humid heat out.

  I dragged myself out of the bed, groaning. I could almost feel the blood rushing around in my body as I dragged myself over to the bathroom. It was clean, and I couldn't smell any puke from the night before, which said that things could have gone a lot worse.

  I picked up a small, pale white crystal that I kept next to the mirror.

  To anyone else, it was just something pretty, a decoration, maybe a present that I’d gotten and had nowhere else to put it.


  It had a whole other use for me, of course. I gripped the crystal with both hands, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, feeling something cold reaching through the skin in contact with it.

  The headache and the roiling in my stomach was touched by the cold and started seeping away.

  There was a limit to what the crystal could absorb, and there was still something of a headache left, but it felt more like a mild case of dehydration that would be quickly fixed after a solid day of hydrating properly.

  When I opened my eyes, the crystal had turned from pale white to a deep, dark red, almost burgundy as I placed it back on the mantel. It would return to its regular color in a couple of days, ready to be used again if I needed it. If there is one thing my mother gave me that I appreciated, it was the crystal.

  At that point, I froze, looking back into my room, realizing what it was that had woken me up in the first place.

  "I need help," I whispered softly, shaking my head and returning to my bedroom, heading toward the vibrating and ringing from my phone starting up again. I picked the device up, unplugging it from its charger and seeing that there were three other calls that I had missed while sleeping it off. I didn't recognize the number.

  With a sigh, I pressed the button to accept the call, pulling it up to my ear as I looked around the bedroom, starting to clean up after the mess that I'd made the night before. Clothes were tossed around; the bed was a mess, and I had apparently had a bit of difficulty getting into it. There were a few vague memories, and I knew for a fact that I had gone to bed alone.