A strange sound bubbles out of me. I swear it sounds like a giggle. Mal’s face lights up with joy. He throws back the covers and beckons me to join him.
“I think you should sit on my cock and move your hips like that,” he growls.
I think that is a very, very good idea.
Chapter twenty-five
Mal
Something smashes through my wards and I’m awake in an instant. Fuck! Before Gray, I was living a mostly mundane life. My enemies were all mortal. None of the threats required any magic defense. Basic, flimsy wards around my home were more than enough.
I should have thought of this when I brought Gray here to stay the night. Some protector I am.
I scramble to a sitting position in my bed. Gray scrambles up beside me. I wish Sammy’s room was not so far away. It is going to be hard to protect him from here.
The bedroom door opens and two incubi stroll calmly in. One has waist long dark hair and is dressed in modern clothes. The other is blond and wearing a blue seventeenth century frock coat. The smell of Hell emanates from him.
I swallow tightly as my fingers twist in the bedcovers. I’m so very outmatched. But I have to try my best to defend Gray. It is imperative. It feels as if it is the only thing that matters, but then a new thought comes crashing through my psyche.
Fuck! My heart is racing. I’m pretty sure I’m trembling. These two are very strong. What if they realize what I am? I won’t be able to help Gray at all. He might not even want me to after that revelation.
The blond demon stares intently at Gray. All concerns for myself flee once more.
“Ezra? It is you! Where the hell have you been? No one has seen you for centuries!”
I turn to Gray. Are these his friends? Is he safe? Or has he been hiding from these people for centuries and is now in deep shit?
Gray’s eyes are wide and his face pale. He looks more bewildered than terrified. Does he even remember them? I know his memories are broken, scattered things. I’m not sure he will ever get them all back fully.
The blond demon frowns. “Ezra?”
Lightning fast, he moves to the bed. His hand cups Gray’s chin and he stares deep into his eyes. His frown deepens. Then tears fill his blue eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he gasps.
Suddenly, blue eyes are blazing at me in fury. I suck in my last breath, but Gray leans forward, shielding my body with his own.
“No! It wasn’t him!” cries Gray.
Blondie stands down, but he is still glaring at me vehemently. It is a vast improvement on being smited. I can cope with a bit of formidable glaring.
“Come on, let’s get you home,” he says to Gray.
Does Blondie mean Hell? Is this demon strong enough to walk between worlds at a whim, without being summoned or incarnate? And take others with him? I swallow dryly as my heart goes crazy. If that is so, this man must be a prince of Hell.
Gray looks deeply surprised at the offer. My lungs have completely forgotten how to work. The only thought rattling around my mind is a deep longing for Gray to decline. I want him to say that he longs to stay. Here with me, for ever and ever.
“Can’t,” he whispers.
It’s not the heartfelt declaration of love I was hoping for, but I’ll take it.
Blondie tilts his head to the side. “Why?”
Gray turns to look at me. His dark eyes are wide and solemn. I hate the sadness in their depths. The sight of it is like daggers shredding my soul.
“He has no power over you?” scoffs Blondie in confusion.
Gray’s eyes widen even more. His face drains of what little color he had left. My heart sinks and my guts twist. This must be what dying feels like. This feeling of falling and falling with nothing to grab onto and no end in sight.
