Page 10 of Falling for Famine
“So you do remember why I’m here.” He seemed satisfied, but I was still reeling from my dream not being a dream.
And to think I’d nearly thrown myself at him and screamed, “Take me, Ghost Daddy!” Thank God I hadn’t done anything truly embarrassing, or I’d never be able to face him again. Telling him about my father was shameful enough. I’d unloaded my dark past on some strange man in my bed like it was perfectly normal.
“That’s not the point,” I huffed. “How did you expect me to respond when it was the middle of the night?”
He leaned back and gave my body another silent once-over. He’d done a lot of staring last night, and it always made me react in ways I couldn’t hide.
Oh god, I’d never recover from my thirsty ass last night. There was no telling what he could do. What if he picked up on my lustful thoughts and this was his gentle way of rejecting the thirsty chick who’d read too many smutty fan fictions from pining after him?
He’d changed into a dark pair of jeans and a shirt that was a stark contrast to his ghostly complexion. He didn’t look skinny, not really. The way he held me suggested he was strong enough to catch all one-hundred-and-seventy pounds of me, but he wasn’t obnoxiously beefed-out either. Lithe and sleek. Totally my type.
Wonder if he had a six pack…
Dammit, Nomi. He’s astrangerno matter how hot. And a supernatural one at that. The right response is fear, not sizing him up for a quick wrestle between the sheets.
My brain was already deviating from the intended path. I needed answers, so I shook my head and tried desperately to focus on the fact that I’d apparently earned myself a supernatural protector.
“You said that my soul is needed for the apocalypse?”
Still super weird to be asking someone.
His gaze kept flicking back to the screen the way a kid’s would when they were desperate to get back to their game. “Yes, but only I can deliver it. I won’t, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Aboutthat? Sounds like there’s more to be worried about than you taking my soul, Ghost,” I pried.
His stoic face was tough to read, but I got the impression he was hesitating again. Maybe because he was worried I’d freak out. To be fair, I was also very surprised I hadn’t yet. “Anyonehoping to stop it will want to make sure you can’t be used, so they’ll kill you anyway.”
I rubbed my face and leaned back. “Oh, right. I remember.”
Sighing loudly, I got to my feet. Guess it was better than waking up—or rather, not waking up—dead one day. I’d get a chance to talk to Felix and…
Swallowing, I pocketed my phone after getting it from my room. Ghost’s eyes followed me as I grabbed myThe Nightmare Before Christmaspurse. Then he was on his feet, too.
I peered over at him. “If I might die soon, then I’m going to spend every bit of my time with Felix.”
It might seem odd that I was taking this strange man in my house at his word simply because he had a pair of colorful cuties that made ice and heat, but I was good at reading people. Ghost at least believed the things he was saying.
I wouldn’t take my chances with humming and hawing the existence of the supernatural. I didn’t have time. I needed to make the most out of it. Every minute without my favorite person in the world was a minute wasted.
Ghost’s presence was at my back as I wandered out my front door and waited for him to go out so I could lock my apartment.
“Felix?” he asked.
I ignored the pain in my throat. “Yeah. He’s…well, he’s my dad.”
He cut me off before I could take the stairs. “The one who hurt you?”
I was confused at first before I realized that I’d basically told him my father was scarier than the angels and demons hunting me. It was natural he’d connect the dots.
“No, that one’s dead. This is my dad by choice.”
His head slanted in that pensive way of his before he offered me a nod. “He won’t see me.”
“Won’t see you?”
“Mortals can’t when I don’t allow it,” he explained as if that made it clearer.
My brows drew together. “I see you. Oh, then did you want me to?” I thought back on what he said. “Wait, is that why you were surprised I could?”
