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“I know what I saw.”
Scoffing again, she placed her hands on her hips and studied me, but after the frown evaporated, she simply looked pleased. “Well, I must say, I’m impressed. Most people brush it off and assume they imagined it.”
The anger bubbled in my stomach—at her, at my failure to stop her, and my naïveté in assuming something I read on the internet would actually help me stop a demon.
“You need to stop all this shit,” I said, waving my arm at the broken remains of the furniture littering the bar. “Before someone innocent gets hurt.”
Her face darkened, and in the time it took me to blink, she was in front of me again, her hand at my throat. “Who are you to say whose innocent?”
“Who areyou?”I choked out, somehow finding the strength past my fear to raise an arm and press a finger to her chest. “Stop all this, now.”
Her fingers tightened around my throat. “You know what I am, you should be more afraid. You think I can’t feel the conflicting emotions in you? You think I can’t sense you’re battling arousal and fury?” My face flushed with embarrassment or anger, or possibly both, and she laughed again. “I can feel your pulse under my fingers. You know of my strength. I could puncture your skin, drink your blood…drainyou.”
I shuddered, yet something about her words flared warmth between my legs again. Her gaze shot down before back to my face. This was humiliating, and my body acted outside of the consent of my mind. She had said being turned-on in her presence was a side effect of her being a demon, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. This resulted only in increasing my anger toward her. I was nothing more than a pathetic human, a bag of hormones that responded to her nature and instinct.
Earlier, I had thought I wouldn’t want her to end up in the hands of those who wanted to kill her based on some flimsy evidence she had some level of integrity.
But now I had met her, she was simply infuriating.
Cheeky bitch.All that power and not a care in the fucking world.
Not hours ago, I had also questioned myself—why was I so ready to admit she wasn’t human? The last thing humans needed was something else out there that couldn’t be controlled or destroyed. Was I so desperate for purpose since my discharge I’d latch on to the flimsiest proof of a supernatural being?
No.I knew the truth.
There were memories, things I had seen and had told no one, things I now knew were true. Despite the force with which I had answered,I know what I sawwhen she had questioned me, the truth was I had seen it before, and like apparently many before me, I had dismissed it, telling myself it must have been my imagination. It must have been a trick of the light. It couldn’t possibly have been real because eyes don’t do that—eyes don’t turn yellow.
But knowing what I know now, through research and my interactions with this woman—demon—perhaps when I had seen those eyes change while deployed, it had been real. Because the more I considered it, the more it was so painfully obvious war was the perfect hiding place for demons.
So, when I saw her eyes the first time, I didn’t question it because I had already spent too long questioning, and I knew myself better.
I know what I saw. Both times.
“Let me go,” I hissed through clenched teeth, grabbing her wrist where her hand met my neck and snatching at her other arm.
She studied me for a moment longer. Her eyes flickered from my hands, resting firmly on hers before back to darting between my eyes. Slowly, she dropped her fingers from my neck, letting them graze my skin before she finally let me go.
We stared at each other for a beat, and she tilted her head. “Just stay out of my way,” she said, and before I could respond, she had disappeared into the night.
RAY
That army chick, man, she was something else.
Coming into my territory, into the part of the city I had claimed as my own, and telling me to stop having fun? Saying I might hurt an innocent person? Who the fuck did she think she was?
Innocence was subjective. People lived secret lives she had no idea about. Everyone had their surprises—I should know. I had spent my fair share of time in Hell working people’s hidden truths from them, then torturing them with the knowledge of what they had done.
Or if they felt no guilt, simply using physical pain. That could be more fun.
But that woman, she had gotten to me. I felt the rage burning inside her as though my actions were a personal insult and how it counteracted the arousal she felt from being in my presence. It wasn’t a lie. Demons do have that effect on humans, but we have to either consciously turn it on, or it can be a side effect when fueled by adrenaline. I’m sure all her anger couldn’t have been directed at me, not really. No, she was holding rage for something or someone else. Yet she still insisted on protecting the society and people who had—judging by her limp and the worn-out uniform pants—done her no favors.
Grinning, I scrunched my wet hair between my fingers. Although, the look on her face when I had gotten close to her was something else entirely—her slightly widened eyes, the increase of her pulse, the hitch of her breath. She responded to me on every level and, more importantly, on the primal level that demons live and breathe in.
While demons had that effect on almost everyone, her response was something else—the way her body had craved to be near mine. Her mind had fought so gallantly against her body’s betrayal. It wasn’tallmy instinct, she was attracted to me, and I mean, who wouldn’t be? But the inner fight coupled with her anger, well, it was hard not to wonder what it would be like to fuck her.
Not by force, of course, but by seduction. A flick of my tongue in the right places, and I’m sure I could have her squirming under me. Maybe she’d be good with her mouth too.
Wrapping the towel around my body, I fell back on the couch, letting my legs dangle over the arm. It was nice to have a hot shower—scathing hot—stripping away the filth and sweat from the past few days.
