Page 27 of Hellish Fae
The smirking heat of his gaze is felt against my face. I glance up to him and his knowing, obnoxious smile.
“Tell me why you didn’t fuck her, and I’ll tell you why I didn’t, either,” he says as I open the door for him.
I almost warn him about Corva, but I stop myself.
She doesn’t like strangers snooping around. I hope she finds him in her house. I hope she slaughters this creep where he stands.
But would Ari want that?
Shit. Why did I even think that?
Ari clearly doesn’t make good choices in life. This guy is walking fucking proof of that.
I lead him up the uneven wooden stairs to the highest level above. When I stride across our netting nest, he does, also, with too much effortless composure.
I hate him.
I don’t even know him, and I hate him.
Ryke and Zav look up when we get to the platform, and the two of them share a similar but opposing look. Their brows are raised high, but where Ryke has interest, Zav has nothing but distrust.
My brother’s smart for not trusting people.
I trusted this beautiful fae woman, and it got me lured into some kind of fucking third-wheel voyeurism.
“Who the fuckin’ hell are you?” Zav asks.
His play on words wasn’t intentional, but it makes the demon smile anyway.
“Krave. And you are?” The hellacious man asks with taunting politeness.
“He’s a sex demon that Ari hired to get her off,” I say.
The way the demon tries to look offended by stifling his smile isn’t very believable.
“She didn’t hire me,” he says as if that’s the issue at hand. “You make it sound like I’m employed or that she’s my mistress.” He pauses, gazing into the deep blue sky as if all of that registers only when he says the words aloud. “Hmm, perhaps Iamemployed by Mistress Aries.” The happiness shining in his eyes only annoys me more.
“How do you know her?” I ask with a contained growl.
He lowers her carefully onto the netting, and the towel draped over her shifts enough so that all four of us are peering down at the smooth expanse of her hip.
“A delightful accident.” The random way he says words makes it hard to know if he’s answering or just spitting out words that drift through his ridiculous mind. “She drunkenly said my name three times while eating some kind of cereal one morning.”
Krave . . .
Strange.
“We’ve been non-friends for years now.”
Non-friends.
Have I mentioned that this girl makes painfully bad decisions?
“What do you know about the thing inside her? The spirit or whatever. Why can’t someone more powerful just exorcise her?” I ask.
Krave’s theatrical persona lowers its mask. I can see it even in the way he holds his shoulders. The light in his eyes darkens, and the smile on his face is gone when he looks at me.
“She would not like me telling you her secrets,” he whispers, as if he’s guarding her virtue. His amusement quirks his lips all over again, and he lowers himself down to lie flat on the floor and gaze up at the thick white clouds. “She’ll be furious, but she’s always furious with me so I suppose I’ll tell you anyway.”
