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Soft steps pad over the floor and every nerve I have tightens.
There is patience in that walk, a glide that says whoever is behind it has all the time in the world.
Heat blossoms over my spine, the warmth soaking into me despite the suit. It might as well be bare skin to bare skin.
A third dark clad man steps out of my peripheral. My eyes raise from dark boots, up fatigue clad legs, to a midnight, skin-tight tee, to a blood stained throat and up into a face still darkened with grease paint.
But even without the smears, I know his red eyes anywhere. The tousled dark locks peeking out from under his knit cap.
He haunts me enough. As does the heat building in my core just from his nearness.
I narrow my eyes at the demon, hating my body’s reaction to him. “You.”
His lips spread into an arrogant smirk. “I fear, pet, that you have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Go. Fuck. Yourself.” My voice is like venom in the quiet.
No doubt he was after the cases too. Ready to take them from the buyer before I could get them. Before I could secure my freedom. And the rest of these apes are more of his men.
Ruby light fills his irises. “Tempting, dove, but I have work to do first.”
His words spark a visceral mental image of his muscular body stretched out on a dark bed. My mouth goes dry at the mere thought of him finding a release. Of his crimson eyes glowing above me.
Cheeks flaming, I tilt my chin up. “I won’t tell you shit,” I tell him, and his eyes glint again. “Kill me. Do whatever you want. I won’t say a damn word.”
“I can make her talk.”
Another familiar form stalks around me, an enormous sword bare in his hand.
His guard.
The man looks even more deadly in his black clothes. But I sneer. “What are you going to do, Conan?” I say coolly. “Slice and dice me with your shiny toothpick?”
His teeth flash and he advances. The demon slams an arm across his chest. The blonde male glowers but doesn’t come closer.
My smile widens. “Yeah. Listen to your demon master,” I chide. “I would too. He writes your sick check.”
The demon’s eyes widen, and he peers over at the blonde. “I pay you?”
The first dark-haired male makes a sound of disgust. “She thinks we work for you.” He cuts his black eyes to the demon. “Well, what do we do, oh grand master?”
With a wicked gleam, the demon steeples his fingers and gives a maniacal laugh. “Yes, my minions. Worship me.”
The other men snort.
“Oh I’ll worship your ass,” the silver eyed man says. “Right into a damn pine box.”
“I’ll help put him there,” calls a fifth male voice from somewhere behind me.
Silver eyes points past me. “Me and you, G. We could take him.”
I stare at them, a sick feeling turning my stomach. “You’re mocking me.”
The demon drops his gleaming gaze to my face. “You, pet? Never.”
Silver eyes holds out a fist and the demon bumps it. The gesture is one friends use. Not master and guard.
I take in their dynamic. Their black clothes. The weapons bristling on their frames. My lips part and I ask the only question I can. “Who the hell are you guys?”
