Page 24 of Demons in My Bed
And don’t even get me started on all the questions I had about their demon forms.So, so many questions.
I wondered when the others would be back. The apartment was huge and spanned a few floors, judging by the peek I’d had up the staircase, so did they all live here together?
My eyes were growing heavy, thanks to the big dinner and the inevitable adrenaline crash that was hitting me like a freight train. Though sleeping right now would be dangerous and foolish.
Misha shifted on the couch, and I opened my eyes, not having realized I’d closed them to begin with. As I peered up at him, he came closer, scooping me up like a princess, and walked us across the room to his bed. I was just so tired. The robe I was wearing completely engulfed me as he laid me down, studying me for a moment before I felt my eyes drift shut again.
“I shouldn’t sleep in your bed. I can just have a little nap on the couch, and then I’ll get out of your hair!” I called out, not knowing where he’d gone.
“Shhh,” he whispered, making me jump because he wasright there. His large hands wrapped around my shoulders, and he pulled me into a sitting position. I allowed it since my body felt like it weighed a metric fuck-ton. The tie around my waist was tugged open, and I blinked sluggishly as the plush fabric slid off my shoulders and something was slipped over my head.
Misha guided my arms into a massive T-shirt that had the Haunt logo across the chest. I breathed in a deep breath, feeling very cozy in the soft, worn, cotton shirt. He held up a pair of boxer briefs, but I waved him off. “Sleep,” I rasped out as I let myself fall back and sink into the pillows.
The blankets shifted, and suddenly I was covered up. Something in the back of my head was niggling at me but it was just out of reach. There was only one other time I’d ever felt like this, and that had been when…
My eyes flew open. “Misha!”
His handsome, rugged face came into view, and he looked… concerned.
“D–did you d–drug me?” Fuck, I could barely speak. My heart was racing, and a cold sweat covered my skin.No, no, no.I didn’t get a chance to hear his answer as darkness crept in and doused everything.
Chapter eight
Shewasasleep.Thoughshe’d looked terrified just moments before she gave in. Why?
Looking down at her, I took in the way her dark hair fanned across my pillow. The rosy blush on her cheeks, her dark eyelashes that rested against her cheek as she slept. So. Fucking. Pretty. And tasty as hell. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, hoping to still catch a taste of her.
Talon had almost claimed her. Fucking hell. I’d never been around another demon during something like that, and I was thankful it hadn’t actually happened. Because I was interested.Very.I’d already spoken more words to her than I’d used in the last two months combined. If the others had been here, I wouldn’t have had to. They ran their mouths enough that I didn’t actually need to use my voice.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked for any messages. There were none, which could mean a few things. They were busy killing Frank, which was possible, or they were in the middle of torturing Frank, which was probable. Or, they’d already done both of those things and were working on figuring out the rest of the mystery involving his betrayal.
Grunting, I sat on the side of the bed. Probably for the best I was up here and not down there. I hadn’t received my nickname for nothing, though I was a little annoyed that I was missing out. I enjoyed cutting people up. I’d accepted it a long fucking time ago, and when I’d ended up with the name “The Carver,” I embraced it. The gang members just called me Carver. Suited me just fine. If everyone was scared of you, they didn’t try to make conversation.
Soft snores drifted to my ears, and I looked back down at Palmer, recalling the panic in her eyes right before she gave into my influence. I’d wanted her to relax, not freak the fuck out. “Ugh,” I groaned quietly.I’ll just get in quick and make sure she’s okay. If not, I could help. I let my eyes fall shut, and my power pulsed out, searching.
I stepped into the void and waited for the connection to flare. The walls of her dreamscape began to materialize. She was in a dorm room, lying on a twin bed. Her clothes were definitely club clothes, and with the way her leg hung off the mattress at an awkward angle, I knew something was wrong.
Her eyes were wide open, her breathing rapid. The door of the room swung open, and she started muttering the word “No” repeatedly.
Who the fuck was it? I couldn’t see the man, but I knew it was a man because of the room. It smelled like a dude’s room, plus the shoes by the door were clearly men’s shoes. I started to see red, because the only time I got scents in a dreamscape was when something was based on a fucking memory. Whatever this dream was, it was a real event she’d gone through. Some fuckwit had drugged our bunny and scared the hell out of her?
And I’d basically just done the same thing. Fucking fuck.
“Palmer,” I commanded. Her big blue eyes locked on me, and the entire dream evaporated. “You’re safe. Think of something that makes you happy. Something good.”
“Misha? Am I dreaming?” She pushed herself up and stood, the bed she’d been on disappearing. We were now standing in the middle of a thick pine forest, with a fresh layer of snow on the ground and more falling.
“Yes, it’s just a dream.”
“B–but you drugged me…”
“I would never do that, kukola. I only wanted to help you get some rest. It’s part of my magic,” I explained. “Had I known…”
“Hey, you’re talking a lot,” she said, eyeing me suspiciously. “Are you sure you’re the same Mishy Bear?”
I balked at the name. “Mishy Bear?"
She shrugged. “Yeah. You’re big like a bear. It works.”
