Taking me so good the way I fuckingknowshe can.
I have to adjust my hardening cock in my pants as I stand from the guest room computer. Needing any distraction, both from wanting to kill the assholes who hurt Heidi and from the insane urge to slip into her room and hold all her sweet body for a while, I quietly leave the guest room.
Low voices are coming from Heidi's living room. Leaning around the corner, I watch as the damn half-demon tries to teach English to Kaenon while they sit on one of Heidi's couches.
"Not as,ass,"Zak is saying, standing from the couch to gesture at his own ass for reference. "That one's the fucking worst. It's sprinkled all over the place for no reason and means something different every time."
Kaenon frowns. He showered earlier, and his dark hair is tied back from his face now. He's finally wearing some real clothes since I dug an old white T-shirt and shorts out of my pocket void early this morning after I managed to drag myself out of Heidi's room.
"Ass is a word of many meanings?" Kaenon clarifies.
"Yup. Fucking confusing, too. Like, if someone says something's a bag of ass, they're saying it's shitty—butdope-assmeans it's cool. Saying someone's a badass means they're kick-ass, but if they've got a bad ass, that usually means they're not sexy."
"But it means…" Kaenon is clearly beyond lost as he gestures at Zak's butt again.
"That too," the half-demon nods. "But if you'rebeingan ass, it means you're being a dick."
"Dick." The shifter touches the translation device Jada made for me around his ear, thinking before he gestures toward his own crotch. "Ass is being a cock?"
Poor ancient fucker is doomed.
I'm about to tell the half-demon to knock it off and stop confusing Heidi's professed mate when the front door opens, and Ian Boone returns.
“Where the hell have you been for the last few hours?” I ask.
He glances at me standing at the end of the hallway. I’m expecting a brush-off, but he shrugs. “Dropping off Heidi’s brother’s pet dogs. He told me to stay the fuck away from her.”
“Yet here you are,” Zak grins.
“Is Heidi still asleep?"
"She is," Kaenon eagerly answers Ian before I can. "Her blue-haired spirit guardian has told me so. She also told me that when Heidi wakes, we must please her with a…what are the words again?"
The shifter frowns at an empty spot in the room, which makes me shudder. Knowing there's a ghost hanging out in here makes me think I should salt the entire fucking place without telling Heidi.
But clearly, she's fond of her ghosts, so I guess we'll stay haunted.
"Yes—astrip showandlap dance," Kaenon says, smiling at us as he struggles slightly with the pronunciation. "Heidi's companion tells me they are a necessary and revered mating ritual of this time."
"Heidi's companion is full of shit," I inform him before squinting at the emptiness he was just talking to. "Don't you dare fucking haunt me for exposing you." Then an idea strikes me. "Kaenon, ask the creepy-ass dead girl if she knows Heidi's login to her security camera footage. I want to see who busted up her car's window."
Kaenon looks distracted by the ghost, but Ian scratches the back of his neck.
"No need. I can get you in."
"You know her password or something?"
Instead of answering, Ian leads me back to the guest room with Zak and Kaenon following us—Zak because he's a nosy son of a bitch who's been impatient for Heidi to wake up all day, while Kaenon is curious about everything in this modern world.
I fold my arms and watch as Ian opens my laptop. I don't even give him the password. Several rapid-fire, vamp-speed keystrokes later, which definitely involved some coding shit I'll never understand, a page labeled "Recorded Footage" pops up, showing views of Heidi's house from a few angles.
I eye the thrall, putting things together. "You stalked her."
"Go cry about it," he snarks, unashamed as he clicks back through the timeline with little yellow flags marking motion triggers on her security cameras.
He clicks on one of the flagged recordings, and we all lean in to watch as a slightly blurry video plays.
A white truck pulls up and parks in front of Heidi's house, but it's impossible to see inside it. Some time later, her car rolls into the driveway, farther from the camera. When some drunk asshole gets out of the truck and stumbles toward her car, Ian's lips curl back from his fangs.
