AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Would it help if I said I didn’t come here to hurt you?”
Actually, that did help, especially considering he hadn’t made any aggressive movements in my direction.
“Then why are you here?” I huffed. “And how did you get inside?” Because while he might have managed to get a key from my place by stealing it from my landlord, that didn’t explain how the chain had moved on its own. And before anyone claimed he used a magnet, I’d bought a non-metallic one after watching a YouTube video that went over how home invaders got through people’s security.
“I have a knack for getting into places.”
His reply brought back my unease. “Ever think that you should wait for an invitation to come inside first?”
“I asked for one. You told me to fuck off.”
“I don’t let strangers into my place.”
“A good rule to have.”
“Says the guy who ignored it,” I groused.
“Extenuating circumstances and all that. Now, if you’re done whining, can we get to my reason for visiting?”
“No.” I stubbornly shook my head. “You and your murder scythe can go away.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible. Not after last night.”
“Aha!” I jabbed a finger in his direction. “You are here to kill me because I am a witness.”
“What is your obsession with being murdered?” he grumbled as he paced my tiny living room. “How many times do I have to tell your pea-sized brain I’m not here to harm you? Although, your attitude is making me reconsider.”
“Fine, if you’re not here to slice off my head, then why the fuck are you in my living room?” I countered, focusing on the main point rather than losing my shit over his pea-sized comment. Fucking misogynist.
“I’m here because you can see demons.”
I blinked and rose from my crouched stance. “Uh, what?”
“Demons. You saw them last night. The ugly, bald creatures tearing apart those people on the bus.”
At his explanation, I rolled my eyes. “Oh, you mean the sewer aliens.”
His turn to blink. “Aliens?”
“Well, they’re certainly not from Earth.”
His lips quirked. “True enough.”
Despite the unlikelihood of his story, my curiosity had me blurting out, “Why did you call them demons? And how come you can see them, and I can see them, but pretty much no one else seemed to?” I mean the guy in the car had, as had that construction worker on the bus, but they were dead, leaving me the only crazy-sounding eyewitness.
“Most people can’t perceive demons because they cloak their presence.”
“Are you a demon?” Maybe the prince of darkness himself. He certainly had the looks to seduce anyone he wanted.
“No.” His brows drew together, his indignation clear.
“It’s a valid question, seeing as how no one saw you either.”
“It’s the coat. It shields its wearer.”
“Of course, it does. Silly me. Why didn’t I know the man with the giant knife was wearing an invisibility duster?” I rubbed my forehead. “I need a drink.”
I climbed off the couch and headed for my kitchen and the bottle of wine chilling in my fridge. I didn’t drink often, but when I did, I liked it ready to go. I thumped the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc on the counter, wedged out the cork, and just chugged it straight. No point in dirtying a glass, seeing as how I planned to finish the bottle. When I returned to the living room with it in hand, the big dude remained, arms over his chest, standing in the middle of the room, taking up way too much space.
