Page 192 of Satan's Spawn
There’s anger stirring in Crayton’s features, but it’s clear he knows not to cross the line with Hendrix.
“This was Felix’s fault.” I defend him. “Not Crayton’s. Trust me, babe. He saved me.”
Hendrix doesn’t seem convinced, so I push harder.
“He stopped Felix before things got even further.”
“Yeah, I could see his handy work.” She says coldly.
I reach for Crayton’s hand, and he doesn’t hesitate to bring me into his side.
“Give us a minute guys, please?” I ask all four of them; everyone but Hendrix does what I ask.
“Nope. Not leaving you again.” She straightens her posture.
“Okay, fine.” I placate her and turn Crayton around for some privacy.
“Aren’t you worried Felix will talk?” I ask him, feeling all sorts of discontent.
“That’s what the picture was for.” He squeezes me tighter. “Trust me, the asshole won’t be showing his face for a while. I don’t give a shit about my reputation, but Felix is all about his. He won’t want word getting around he sucked a dude’s cock.”
This doesn’t persuade me, but the look of confidence on Crayton’s face allows me to shelf the details of maintaining our innocence for now.
“How did the guys get him out of here without being seen?”
He frames my face with his hands. “You don’t need to worry about any of this, Little Ghost. Just know it was handled. Now let’s get you out of here.”
We walk through the crowd, me a scared kitten and Crayton the protective bear protecting its cub.
Saint trails behind, dragging a kicking and screaming Hendrix from the party.
She spews curses and threats at an eerily quiet Saint the entire way down the long track back to the ladder that leads into the kitchen storage room.
Me and Crayton are silent too, half listening to them half digesting what the hell happened between us.
He doesn’t let go of me until we pass a panicked Archer checking on me, sneak out the back door, trek toward the dorms, and stop at the door to the girls bathroom.
“Get her some clothes.” He demands Saint, who hasn’t let go of an irate Hendrix either. “Then bring it to our room.”
Saint nods, taking off with Hendrix, but letting go of her this time.
She slaps him upside the head. “Touch me again, you heathen, and I’ll chop your balls off!”
Saint and her bicker until they’re out of sight, then Crayton opens the door and ushers me inside.
“Take your clothes off, Rebecca.”
I hug myself, feeling ashamed. “I, uh.”
Crayton doesn’t need to hear the words to understand what I need.
He turns around, giving me privacy, even though he’s seen half my naked body already.
“Thank you,” I tell him, stripping out of his jacket first. The rest of the clothes go shortly after.
“Leave them here for me to get rid of, and get in the shower. Wash the dirt off you.”
That’s his polite way of saying to washFelixoff me.
