I arched an eyebrow his way. “I’m not.”
How are you not dead?I wanted to ask him, but that would mean explaining my touch of death.
His head was still lowered into my hands as we stared at each other. I quickly pushed him away and let go. He frowned at my hands then his eyes widened. “How long were you touching me?”
“Huh?” I asked. I needed to get out of this hospital and far away from this town before my worst nightmare came for me and dragged me back down.
He raised up, then the next thing I knew his palms were cupping my cheeks and the beautiful stranger wasgrinningwithin seconds. Oh, God, he was crazy and something otherworldly. I had to get away. I jerked away from him and stood, but he followed my moves.
“Let go of my face.” I pushed his arms away and had to look up at him once he stood. Holy… he was tall, but I only stood at five-feet-four-inches. A little over six feet, perhaps?
He was still smiling. “I don’t feel sleepy.”
“Okay?”
“You don’t understand,” he said with the biggest smile. “I’m not tired, not even a little.” He scooped me up and twirled me around while I squealed.
“Put me down, or so help me, I’ll cast a spell on you,” I warned him.
He completely ignored me and said, “I think you already have. You’re like a little juice box.” He slipped his hand underneath my shirt and touched my stomach. Static seemed to flare from his touch, tingling my skin. “Shit, for real, just touching your skin is giving me crazy fucking energy.”
This was too weird, too crazy. I had to go. I couldn’t stand this person touching me and making me feel strange, or just taking it upon himself to slide his large hand against my bare skin.
Placing my hand against his chest, I whispered an enchantment and his smiled dulled like he understood what I was doing. He dropped me, and I landed on my feet while the flare from my hands sent him flying backward. He slipped through the wall, and I took off running out of the door. I had a portal chip in my purse that I kept in the breakroom for emergencies. I just didn’t like using it because it made me easier to find, but my whereabouts were already known now so I saw no point in not using it. I needed to get away from this handsy Reaper, and then I’d find a new hiding place.I hoped.
Once I slipped into the breakroom—still invisible to the eyes of humans—I took a moment to look back at the closed door. Almost a year of no trouble and safe living, and then BAM! A werewolf and a handsy so-called Reaper. That wasn’t even theworst part… I felt a twinge of sadness that I had to pack up and leave a place that was comfortable. I made friends—granted only work friends—but nonetheless; I had a job and an apartment. Now I had nothing. Again.
When I looked away from the door, I jumped again. “So, you have to leave?” the Reaper asked like I hadn’t just blasted him with my magic.
I glared at him. How did he find me so fast? “I don’t want to hurt you again, just leave me alone,” I gritted out.
He chuckled. “You didn’t hurt me. It’s okay, you look frazzled and in a hurry, I’ll find you and recharge when I need to.”
Frazzled? Recharge?
“Wait! What do you mean?”
He crossed his arms over his huge, muscular chest and smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m not a bad guy.”
In all my years, I’d never encountered such an infuriating man, and I had been around plenty since coming to the human world. Not otherworldly guys like this one… maybe that was why. I was shaken up already from the werewolf.
But did he not realize how frightening he looked standing there with that smirk like he was contemplating kidnapping me? He wasn’t thinking about it, was he? How did such a beautiful male specimen make himself look so terrifying with the way he stood?
“I’m just a sleepy sloth in need of energy,” he added with a sly smirk.
He wasn’t making a lick of sense.
“Look, I don’t know who you are or what you’re even talking about—”
“Sebastian,” he gave me his name.
“But leave me alone. I have enough problems without you being around,” I finished.
He stepped closer; I felt the slither of need crawl up my back and I shivered with the urge to touch and take,touch, take.Twitchy. I pulled my hands back.
“There’s something about you, Izzie.”
I huffed. “Don’t call me Izzie like you know me.”
