Page 18 of Demons and Debts
I am little compared to him though, and my mind gets stuck on the thought. I’ll bet most women are … and men too. He’s massive and it’s … hot as fuck. The muscles in my lower abdomen contract pleasantly and surprise makes me take another step back. I don’t usually like –he’s using his tricks on me.
‘I don’t want you,’ I say because it’s important to me that he knows, even though it won’t mean anything to him. He won’t care. He’ll just use his supey powers to make me want him anyway and I’ll end up like that girl in the bed, practically comatose and begging for more. Addicted to sex with him and his friends. I know how it works. I’ve heard the stories!
The horror of that scenario has me backing away from him some more, kinda wishing they were the murdering kind. Better dead than their mindless sex slave.
‘Just trying to find my way out of your happy little fun house of sex, dude.’
He barks a laugh and then looks surprised at himself. To my own astonishment, he opens the door and moves as far away from it as he can get.
‘Go, then.’
I do without a second thought, scampering back out into the hall … and straight into another one, his hard chest practically hurling me to the floor.
I mean, what is this guy made of? Fucking diamonds?
He’s fast, grabbing me before I can react, and I struggle in his tightening arms.
‘Let me go!’ I wheeze, feeling lightheaded.
‘You got her, Kor? Good. Don’t kill her yet. Vic wants to speak to her.’
Theo, the guy who was there when I woke up in the first bedroom with the short, dark hair and the tribal tats up one arm – that are framed nicely by the tight tee he’s wearing – appears in my swimming vision.
‘You got further than I thought you would. I’ll give you that.’
‘Where do you want princess bitch?’ Kor, the one who caught me, grumbles.
‘Back on the bed in my room.’
I’m scooped up unceremoniously, his fingers digging into my skin.
‘You’re lucky you just got out of Sie’s room alive,’ Kor says in my ear. ‘You should know, humans don’t make waves here if they know what’s good for ‘em.’
I narrow my eyes at him, try to keep hold of my anger, use it to keep me conscious.
But it’s not enough.
* * *
Theo
I tap the round,white chest piece of my stethoscope idly as Korban disappears down the hall carrying the limp girl. I watch him stomp away, and I wonder if he can be trusted not to break her neck while she’s unconscious. Not many of us much like their kind in general. We all need them to survive and it’s a bitch, but Kor … well, Kor fucking hates ‘em and I can’t say I blame him.
I glance at Sie’s closed door and drop the end of the stethoscope, taking it off and putting it in my pocket. Sie doesn’t like the medical stuff. Puts him on edge.
I need to make sure he’s good. Poor bastard’s trying to hide it, but things aren’t right with him. He won’t appreciate my concern. He’ll almost certainly bite my head off, but I’m the Club doctor so, with a resigned sigh, I knock twice.
The door opens quickly and Sie’s looming on the other side of the threshold, almost like he was just standing there waiting for me. Maybe I am that predictable.
He glares. ‘What?’
‘Nothin’. Just wanted to make sure you’re …’ I peer past him and make out a figure lying unmoving on the bed. That’s not like Sie. He usually feeds in one of the common rooms or at the bar, not in his own bed.
‘Who’s that?’ I ask, straining through the shadows of his dimly-lit room.
‘What do you care?’ Sie glances back and shrugs. ‘I don’t know her name. One of the contracted.’
‘Monique?’
