Page 26 of Demons and Debts
I look down and gasp. My jacket is unzipped and giving him a great view of my frayed, used-to-be-white bra aaaaaaaannnnnnd my boobs.
How did that happen? I sleepwalk sometimes, but I’ve never sleep undressed myself before.
I fumble to yank the edges of the jacket together as quick as I can with one hand, wincing as my cuffed wrist pulls again. I’m in such a panic that I can’t grab it and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.
Fucking get it together, Jane!
Mortified, I’m finally able to pull it closed and take myself off display, wrapping my arm around my middle to keep it secured. I don’t look at him until I’m certain my face is blank.
‘What the fuck did you do?’ he demands, and I see that he's staring at my wrist.
I look up and grimace at the sight. The skin around the cuff is mottled purple, and the skin is broken in places. I guess it does look pretty bad.
I look away. I didn't realize I'd done so much damage to myself and it’s making me feel queasy. I move it around gingerly, testing that nothing’s broken or pulled out of joint. Everything works though. The injury is only skin deep although my wrist does feel a little stiff now that I'm thinking about it.
I'm starting to panic again, and I know that if he leaves, it won’t matter how much it hurts, I’ll start trying to get free again.
‘I promise I won't go anywhere,’ I plead.
He looks angry with me, and I wonder why. If anything, I should be angry with him. He's the one that left me here all night even after I told him I don’t like my hands being immobilized.
Asshole.
I see him take the key from his jeans pocket, but I don't even bother to look at him in case this is another trick. I’m not giving him the satisfaction.
But then my arm comes free, and I cradle my cold, aching hand. I blink back tears of relief.
‘Thanks,’ I mutter through clenched teeth, but only because it’s polite.
‘Vic spoke to the others. You can move around the house for now, but you don’t go outside. Understand?’
He looms over me, and I only just stop myself from shrinking away.
‘Follow the rules or you’ll be back here,’ he taps the headboard, ‘with every one of your limbs tied to my bed. I promise you that.’
I give a jerky nod. I’ll agree to anything right now if it keeps me free. But there’s something I notice. Ithink. His expression is almost likes hewantsme to put a foot wrong so he can do what he threatens. But maybe I’m wrong.
‘And stay away from the Iron I’s, especially Sie and Korban. They like humans even less than the rest of us.’
I frown at him. I don’t know all that much about incubi, but I thought they loved humans to be honest.
‘Sie’s the big one and Korban has the shaggy hair, right?’
He nods. ‘Oh, and the house girls. Stay away from them too.’
‘House girls?’
‘The contracted humans.’
At my blank look, he lets out a sound of impatience. ‘The ones who live here.’
I frown at him. ‘Wait. So you hate humans, but you have a bunch of them living here?’
His eyes gleam dangerously. ‘Well, we’re incubi. We need to eat.’
My eyes widen. ‘So, what, like they’re slave girls you guys keep and use for …’
Ew.
