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On the other hand, if a female showed any interest in him at all, he was incapable of saying no. And the females always showed interest because he was handsome, fit, and constantly pumping out Seminus fuck-me pheromones.
Suddenly, Logan’s amusement died a bitter, ugly death at the realization that he’d just left Eva with a demon whose mere presence made females horny.
If he touches her, he’s dead.
Shit. Logan was a dumbass. He wouldn’t destroy his friend over a female.
An image of Mace and Eva tangled on the couch made him revise that thought and shove it from his head. He’d get her stuff and get back before anyone could tangleanything.
Closing the door behind him, he thanked Eva for being so tidy and making his job easier. The way she dressed, organized, and kept every hair in place spoke of someone who was a bit of a control freak, and he didn’t mind that at all.
As a control freak himself, he understood the need to dominate the environment around you, and keep situations in check. Letting one’s guard down could end badly. Uncle Ares had drilled that into him from a young age, but he’d learned hard lessons all on his own too.
He carefully folded her clothes and tucked them into her suitcase. He even folded her panties into neat little triangles. His mom, who had battled with OCD her entire life, would be proud of his attention to detail. But she’d be less than thrilled at the direction his mind went as the silky fabric slid over his fingers.
He could imagine stroking the lace design all the way around Eva’s waist before feathering his fingertips lower, cupping her ass as he followed the seam between her cheeks. The elastic leg opening would provide no defense against his fingers.
Or his teeth.
A growl erupted from his throat as he shoved the last pair of underwear into the suitcase. He was such an idiot. The world was falling apart, and he was having an erotic experience with a pair of panties.
Now was not the time to get involved with anyone, let alone someone from The Aegis who worked directly for his ex-girlfriend.
It seemed, though, that employment by The Aegis was the only thing Eva and Maja had in common. Eva’s reaction to his heritage had been the exact opposite of Maja’s, and he’d been so stunned by it that it had taken time for his brain to process.
I definitely wanted to kiss you…and I’d have taken it further if you’d let me. I’m not ashamed of that, Logan.
Fire had shot through his veins at her admission, and had they been anywhere but at work, he would have taken her in his arms and tested her words.
And it would have been a mistake.
The universe was gearing up for Armageddon, and life in all the realms would only get worse. Humans hadn’t quite caught on yet, either. So many couldn’t see beyond their lifespan to want to make the kinds of sacrifices needed to prepare. Evenifthey believed that Satan was fated to be freed from his prison in less than a thousand years, humans had a cavalier, let’s-pass-this-down-to-the-next-generation attitude. Few cared that Satan’s release would trigger the events leading to the final battle between good and evil, Heaven and Hell, with Earth as the battleground. They wouldn’t be around to see it, after all.
But Logan would. His family would. And hedidcare. He definitely didn’t need to fall for a human who would die and leave him mourning for centuries.
He cleared out the last drawer and grabbed her toiletries from the bathroom. They were already packed neatly, so he was finished with the bag zipped closed a minute later. Time to go.
But as he did one last sweep of the hotel room, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. The high-level warning shot down his spine and through his veins in a rush of adrenaline. Instinctively summoning a sword, he swung toward the door as it crashed in.
Wood splinters bounced off Logan as the door, twisted on its frame, crunched into the wall behind it.
Through the cloud of dust and the rain of wood shards and paint chips, Draven strode inside. A frigid blast of air accompanied him, so biting that the room’s furnace kicked on.
“Kynan’s got you raiding those assholes’ rooms before The Aegis can get here, huh?” Draven asked casually, amiably, as if he hadn’t just lost his fiancée and gone on a killing spree. As if his eyes hadn’t turned black, the pupils ringed by a crimson glow. As if he didn’t have wicked steel-gray claws now instead of fingernails.
Oh, buddy. Just…fuck.
“Yeah,” Logan said, just as casually, even though he was dying inside. Draven had once told him that the only way to get through to a partially transitionedtormentusdemon was to stay calm and appeal to their old selves. Their decent selves. “They took off so fast they might have left behind other weapons or something.”
“I punished two of them.” Draven’s twisted smile creeped Logan out. It would creep out Draven too, if he’d just look in the mirror behind him.
“I know. You did what you felt you had to do.” Logan eased a little closer. He’d always been the stronger of the two, beating Draven handily when they sparred. He didn’t want this to devolve into a fight, but he couldn’t let the guy go, either. “But that’s enough.”
“Enough? They killed Shanea!”
Logan released the sword and let it fade away. He didn’t need it. He’d never need to use it against Draven. Never. “And they will pay for what they did—”
“I’m going to make every one of them pay,” Draven growled.
