Page 2 of Demons and Debts
Hot Guy doesn’t say anything, his gaze roaming over me, and I get the feeling I’ve somehow baffled him and he’s trying hard to figure me out.
Who knows, maybe he’s the kind of guy it’sreally easyto confuse. Even a hot incubus can’t have looksandbrains, right?
He gestures with his chin to the darker area where the booths are.
‘They’re in the back by the pool table,’ he says.
I incline my head in thanks, grateful he’s not throwing me straight out on my ass.
I walk through the smoke that’s heavier back here, trying not to cough. I can make out murmured talking and the feminine giggles I heard from outside.
Grinding to a sudden halt, I have third thoughts at the juncture where the floor changes from old wooden boards to an industrial carpet; the kind with brown toned patterns to hide the dirt. It doesn’t work here. I sort of don’t want to touchanything.
If I go past this line, there’s no turning back. Forcing myself to raise my eyes, I’m taken aback by the men in front of me even though I should have expected this level of good-looking.
There are more hot AF men back here. Two of them stand at the wall like sentries, one’s by the pool table in the middle of a game and the other two are sitting in a lone booth with the woman whose laugh I could hear before, I realize belatedly.
‘What the fuck is this?’ one of them asks, putting a little snort at the end.
My eyes follow the voice to the two men leaning against the wall. The one on the left was the one who spoke, I’m sure. He’s got brown hair, a shaggy haircut, and the beginnings of a beard along a jaw so chiseled I could swoon like a debutante. This oneactuallydoesn’t care what he looks like I’m pretty sure, but he’s as gorgeous as Hot Guy at the bar and he’s got a broad set of shoulders that I can’t seem to …
I tear my eyes away.
Don’t get drawn in. You know what they are. You never even notice guys like this. Pulling you in and lowering your defenses is literally what incubi do.
As I look over all the men here, I realize that four of them are even better looking than I originally thought. They could literally all be freaking underwear models if the toned arms I can see are anything to go by. The fifth one my eyes hardly land on. I don’t think he’s one of them.
I scrutinize the small woman in the booth that I just barely noticed. She’s pressed up against one of them and I look away immediately. He’s massive and he’s feeding from her ... just a little and she’s probably not unwilling, but her eyes are glazed over. If she was in control of herself when she came in here, she isn’t now. At least they aren’t fucking her at the table, I guess. Though from the sounds she’s making, I doubt it’ll be much longer before they are.
That’ll be you if you don’t get your shit together.
I silence the thought that comes after that image – that they’d never want someone like me – for multiple reasons. Firstly, I’m trying to be kinder to myself, mostly to get Sharlene off my back because she keeps saying I need higher self-esteem. Secondly, the truth is that if they’re hungry, what I look like doesn’t matter. They might not want to feed off a homeless drifter, but they will if they need to.
Kind thoughts!
The one who spoke is looking past me and I turn my head to see Hot Guy shrugging behind the bar.
‘What do you want?’ asks one of the guys at the pool table to my right. He sounds bored and annoyed at my interruption.
My eyes find his dark and foreboding ones. He’s got a short, black beard that matches his hair and …I want to run my fingers through it?
No, Jane!
‘We already have enough humans to play with.’
He glances at the booth where the woman is now letting out a series of strangled moans and a couple of the guys nearby chuckle.
‘Try your luck in a couple months, sweetheart.’
I cant my head at him as I try to work out what he ...Oh! … ME?My eyes widen. ‘Oh! No.’
‘No?’ he asks, the menace in that one word making me glance at the nearest exit, which happens to be past him. ‘Too good for us, human?’
‘I mean that’s not why I’m here,’ I mumble, mortified that he’d assume I thought I was better than anyone. Is that really the vibe I give off?
‘Gonna have to speak up, little girl,’ the other one by the wall says and I glare at him.
I’m not a loud person and my voice never seems to carry all that far.
