Fury fills my entire being and before I can stop it, my demonic guise takes over as I look at the guy I’m absolutely bonkers about in horror. If someone cut him, if that dead human walking did this, I don’t care how much effort it takes, I will hunt the motherfucker down and deal with this myself.
Luckily, Kit doesn’t pull away when I lose my shit, he just slaps his hands over his face and makes a weird, strangled sound. When I growl softly, waiting for a response, Kit lifts his palms, peeking through them with a very scared expression. “No… no. Salem, no. What you’re thinking… no. That’s not what happened.”
“But… you… I…” It’s hard not to be a loud, snarly asshole in this form, but I have to keep a lid on it so I don’t ruin this shit. “I don’t understand.”
Sighing heavily, the smaller guy reaches down, taking my hand off of his hip and holding it with the other one between us. His expression is hard to read—sad, afraid, worried, and something else. “I have something I need to tell you, Salem, and if you don’t want to speak to me again afterward, I wouldn’t blame you.”
Something tells me this is going to change everything and I don’t know if I’m ready to hear it in the middle of a battleground—but I don’t have a choice.
“I’m not actually a guy.”
OMG AREYOU GOING TO KILL ME?