As they’d gotten off the ride in front of the school, a stray thought had flitted through his mind.I wish you could kiss me right now.
Knight had turned to him and taken his chin in his thumb and forefinger and planted a kiss on his surprised lips, right there in the middle of the pavement.
“Knight,” Saint hissed, blushing and looking frantically around.
“Don’t worry; no one saw.” Knight grinned and wiggled his fingers, red eyes flashing.
How had he known?Are we still connected telepathically?
Yes. Knight’s grin widened.Do you want me to end the connection?
Saint felt a weird jolt at that. He didn’t know why, but it felt good having Knight in his head like this. Along with the delicious ache in his backside, the warm presence in his subconscious reminded him of last night, how good it had felt to surrender to Knight completely, let him take control—
He cleared his throat.No, it’s fine. Now, go away. And remember we’re only supposed to read up to chapter six.He eyed the novel in Knight’s hands pointedly.
Knight laughed.Your wish is my command.
Even though Knight’s second contract with Saint would do enough to make sure the dog and all of Saint’s friends and acquaintances wouldn’t be targets of his former church slash cult, unbeknownst to Saint, Knight had placed a ward on his home, just in case one of them decided to pull a stunt like they’d done yesterday.
And lo and behold, while Saint was having lunch with his co-worker, one of Knight’s wards went off.
Someone had just walked up to the entryway to Saint’s abode.
Knight had to take a deep breath to quell the rage building up in him. Then another. And another. He listened to Saint’s laugh as he and Samuel talked in the gatehouse underneath him, using that as a calming agent.
Knowing Saint didn’t have a view of the roof of the gatehouse while he worked, Knight simply took his leave, disappearing and reappearing in the small landing of Saint’s home, where there was indeed a strange person holding a small bucket of what looked and smelled like blood.
Knight’s rage rose again. He let his glamour fall off.
The human was too startled to scream, their breath escaping their lungs on a tiny, terrified gasp. Knight grabbed the front of their shirt in his right hand and yanked them off their feet, lifting them up until they were eye to eye. The human grabbed his wrist with both hands, struggling. They stank of fear, their lungs barely able to take in air.
“Saint ismine,” Knight growled, flashing his fangs. “Do you understand?”
He made a disgusted noise when the human abruptly emptied their bladder, beginning to sob and pray.
Knight grinned ferally. Then he abruptly let go. The human crashed to the ground.
“Run,” Knight whispered.
They got up on shaky legs, turned, and ran, leaping over the fence like it was nothing.
Knight chuckled. He stood still for a moment, but the two bonds in his chest remained. Either what he’d just done wasn’t enough to deter the cult, or he’d have to wait and see if it would.
The thought almost filled him with fear. He closed his eyes, flexing his hands. He wanted to stay with Saint more than anything, but he’d gotten over his weakness of yesterday.
After the magic that had been last night, if he was staying, he wanted it to be becauseSaintwanted him to, not because of their contracts.
But even though Knight might not be well versed in everything human, he had the feeling humans—thanks to their short life spans—were more selective with whom they shared their hearts with. It made him feel maybe it was too soon, too fast for Saint. Sure, they’d had liaisons in their dreams, but they probably didn’t mean as much considering Saint hadn’t even accepted them as something real until he’d been forced to summon Knight.
Which would make it all the sweeter if Saint nowchosehim.
But then there was the fact that Knight had nothing. Would Saint accept him without the contract? When he had nothing else but his protection to offer? If only Knight had the courage to ask.
He quickly got rid of the evidence of the encounter. He hadn’t broken his promise to Saint, but he had a feeling Saint might still be upset with how he’d handled the situation. But hey, at least he’d gotten the human to leave, and maybe once they sharedthis encounter with the rest of them, they’d grow scared and pull back.
Cross checking to make sure nothing of the stranger remained, Knight teleported back to the roof of the school.
After lunchtime, as the day progressed, Saint began to feel a faint feeling of dread. He tried to ignore it but it persisted.
