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I roll over in the massive bed, looking up at Ledger. He stayed the night, and even though he’s a human heater, we cuddled. Okay, I forced him to cuddle me. Me, a five-foot-five woman cuddling with a seven-foot hellhound shifter…
A smile curls on my lips.
Ledger looks so peaceful when he sleeps, definitely not the angry fire hound like he is when he’s awake. My hand runs over his strong chest, touching all the faint scars he has. They don’t look huge, just tiny ones.
I thought hellhounds were supposed to heal themselves…
My fingers run down his chest to the riddle of abs. Hellhounds train, and train at birth to become protectors for Soul Reapers. I can only imagine the type of training Ledger does.
Then I glance down, seeing the tent of a boner. He’s so big. Are all hounds large like this? The thought of Hazen being this big too makes my core clench, though I’m sore from last night.
“Do you already want more?” Ledger’s rough voice makes me jolt.
I look up to see him watching me and shake my head. “No. I—”
He chuckles. “I’m kidding, Asura.” He rolls over, grabbing his phone and looking at the time with one eye open. “Ugh, Khazon is looking for me.”
A chuckle leaves my lips, almost forgetting that we are forbad to see each other. “Are you going to get in trouble?”
He sits up, running a hand through his hair. “No. Today’s my day off. He’s just wondering where I went after last night.”
I stare at his back, seeing way more scars. Slowly, I crawl to him, kneeling behind him. “I thought hellhounds heal fast.”
His head turns slightly to me. “Depends on what kind of wound. From a Soul Reaper’s weapon? That will leave a scar.”
“Did… Khazon do this to you?” I reach up and softly touch one.
He chuckles. “Some, but none of them were on purpose.”
“Good. I don’t want any more of a reason to kick his ass,” I mutter, crawling out of bed and standing naked in front of him. I feel his eyes on me as I throw my hands over my head and stretch before moving to the bathroom.
“What’s going on between you two?”
I scoff. “He hates me. Rightfully so, but still.” After using the bathroom, I move back to the bed, throwing my silver hair up in a ponytail.
“Why?” His crimson eyes follow me.
“You tell me how he’s blackmailing you, and I’ll tell you why I’m the wicked bitch of hell to him,” I say.
He smiles at me, moving until his back is against the headboard. Sadly, he has boxers on now. I pull the blankets over my body, reclining against the headboard with him. “Khazon saved me from being expelled from the Academy. After my brother died, I, uh, went on a rampage and hurt people.”
“I would do the same.”
He cocks a brow. “I hurt my previous Soul Reaper.” He touches the huge scar along his chest to his sternum. “That guy lost two hounds instead of one that day. He failed to protect my brother, so I failed to keep him safe from my wrath.”
I look at the scar. It was the deepest and harshest one on his body. I can almost imagine the Soul Reaper hurting him.
“Khazon is my last ever Soul Reaper, and if he decides I don’t belong, I’ll be gone.” There’s a frown on his face. It almost makes me regret asking him what happened.
“Damn,” I suck my teeth. “So, I can’t brag that we fucked?”
He cocks his dark brow, making me chuckle.
“I’m kidding. Honestly, you and Khazon just work well.”
He nods. “He’s the best Soul Reaper I’ve had. It might seem like he doesn’t care, but he does. He’s given Andrew time off when he needed it, Eames’ money. He’s helped me grow from my brother’s death and be better.”
I smile. “Yeah. He has that effect.”
