Amy tapped out a nonsense sequence on the phone while slyly depressing the “off” key with her thumb. Holding the inert phone to her ear, she spoke unmeant words of car trouble and towing, all the while probing the weak, human mind of her prey.
It took but moments to discover his worst fears and weaknesses. She now knew how to tear his mind from its very moorings.
Handing back the phone, she let her intense eyes linger on Bill’s wide eyes as she made sure that their hands brushed.
“The shop said it will be an hour before they can get a tow truck out here. Do you mind if I stay here a while?”
Bill struggled not to stare at the demon’s barely-clad body. “I don’t mind at all. Would you like something to drink while you wait?”
Amy felt Bill’s heartbeat deepen as testosterone flooded his body. She was expert at her art and she knew it.
“Thank you, Bill. Do you have any wine?”
“Bill?” asked Bill, startled. How do you know my name?
“You…,” flustered for the first time, Amy struggled, “look like a ‘Bill’.”