Rage fills her features, overshadowing any sense of self-preservation she might have in a room full of monsters, "You think you're leaving me behind?"
I have no doubt that she would be a formidable force to have next to us, but knowing what I do about hunters, I'm unwilling to let her get anywhere near them. "Oh, Iknowwe're leaving you behind." A smirk pulls on the corner of my lips, "You're safest here." While it's not a lie, I can't help that I love denying her what she wants.
"And if they come back?" she quirks a brow.
I pull a small pistol through the Aether, placing it in her palm, "Point and shoot. Then call us and we'll come clean up the mess."
She takes the thing in her hand, twisting it this way and that, more comfortable holding it than she ought to be, leading me to believe it's certainly not the first time she's held one. The weapon looks so good in her hands, like she was made to wield something so wicked. Which, I guess, she was.
"You're not going without me," she states. Giving the order while holding such a dangerous toy in her hand heats my blood, sending warning signals flaring through my mind even while my body responds with a hunger unlike any I've ever known.
Shaking off the heady desire, I tell her, condescension dripping from my tone as I gaze down at her, "Look, Sweetheart—"
As the gun clicks and she points it right at me, my entire body stands at attention, my cock painfully hard behind my zipper, begging to be freed and used to bring this dangerous little spitfire to her knees.
A quiet growl grows in my chest as I step into the gun, letting it brush against me, a challenge I hope she'll takesending pleasure zipping up my spine, "Do it." Her eyes stay locked on mine, neither of us willing to back down from this game of chicken.
Shit.
I want to fuck her. Want to wrap those locks around my fist, pin her to the floor with her ass in the air and rail her intooblivion. Want to leave her perfectly lush ass black and blue, place bite marks on every inch of her body until she's drenched in sweat and cum and blood, begging me to finally grant her release.
AndJesusChrist,she wants it, too. The scent of her desire can't be hidden from me. The familiar crimson haze fills my vision again, clouding her in a visage of a red-tinged world as the monster inside me fights against its chains, fighting to break her down until she's nothing but mine. She might hate me, but her body craves me, much to her endless torment.
For a tiny moment, her mind connects to mine, unbidden images of us rolling together between the sheets, her shrieking and throwing her head back as waves of pleasure wash over her, project accidentally into my head, driving me fucking crazy knowing she's drenched just from pointing a gun at me.
The delicious, tense moment is broken by Caspian, and Isla shakes her head to clear it of the thoughts. Before we can go back to trying to fight or fuck each other, the Sanctum resumes their torture of Bel, sending all of us into a frenzy to find and save her while we can.
With painstaking effort, I push away the filthy thoughts I have of Isla, chalking it up to attraction and the strange way the hunters and demons react to each other.
The rest of the day is a blur of fighting and sneaking into the local compound, avoiding hunters to keep my body count from growing. As much as I hate the Sanctus Sculitis, I don't hate the young people who have been manipulated into being a part of it. It's not their fault, and they shouldn't be held responsible for their own brainwashing.
Dragging this Bel home, literally kicking and screaming, isn't exactly how I thought my day would end, but her being alive is a lot more than Caspian and Fritz could have hoped for.
After nursing her wounds the best I can with my small arsenal, I excuse myself, knowing the fight between them and the Sanctum is far from over. I wish they were smart enough to just leave it alone.
They're alive.
They're together.
That's a lot more than most of us can say about our loved ones after facing the Sanctum.
Against my better judgment, I send a small team to keep an eye on Isla when I return home, knowing it would be too foolish to do it myself. She would sense me coming a mile away if her instincts were any good. But a handful of my best placed inconspicuously into her life tomake sureshe doesn't get dragged into her family's mess? That's the least I can do until I can ensure she's not someone they can use to bring more loss into this world.
Dick-cember
Eamon
My instincts to have Isla trailed were right, of course.
No less than three different Sanctum errand boys have been placed in her life.
And not local, low-level idiots. These are well-trained infiltrators. A regular at her favorite coffee shop, a pizza delivery man, and even one of her neighbors. Each one has been keeping tabs on her, sending her movements back to the head of the Sanctus Sculitis.
From the comfort of my fortress, I watch through the local security cameras I've hacked into. Each man makes a phone call or sends a text immediately after their interactions with Isla. While I can't tell exactly what they're saying, it isn't hard to guess.
This latest one from her neighbor across the hall makes me especially nervous. He ran into Isla in the lobby of their complex and offered to help carry her packages up to her room. Even through the camera, Isla's suspicion is evident.Smart girl.With her hands utterly full of whatever she's ordered, she still denieshim with a polite, no-room-for-argument smile, turning on her heels before he can try again.
As soon as she disappears from view, he leans against the wall and pulls out his phone. While this isn't unusual, his phone call taking longer than three minutes definitely is. Without taking my eyes off my target, I reach for my phone and dial my most recent outgoing call.
