“I don’t think you’re a bad person. It sounds to me like he deserved it. And you could never look disgusting. You’re beautiful. I don’t think you could look gross if you tried. Covered in the blood of your enemies only makes you look irresistible. Like a goddamn angel of death.”
CHAPTER TEN
KNOX
Heather sits on the bed chewing her bottom lip anxiously, and fuck, I’d like to take hold of it and sink my teeth into the flesh until I taste her blood on my tongue.
“What is it?”
She gazes toward the bathroom before her eyes come back to me.
“If you’re going to force me to stay here, I want a shower. I’m sure I smell,” she says while wrinkling her cute little nose.
“You do smell,” I say with a smirk.
I’m rewarded with a mock scowl, and a “hey”, before the sweetest giggle I’ve ever fucking heard.
“Like a field of fucking roses,” I add, and her cheeks heat with a beautiful blush.
It was already decided that I’d help her shower. Carter asked me to, before she woke up, as much as I could see how badly he wanted to be the one to do it. I told him to just force himself to let her touch him, and get over it, but that only pissed him off and led to the conversation I hate. The one where he berateshimself for being different from us. He’s his own worst fucking enemy.
“I’ll help you take a shower.”
Her blush turns from a soft pink to a crimson red, as she shakes her head.
“Oh my God, no. I’ll be naked.”
I arch an eyebrow at her before sighing audibly.
“Yes, I think that’s how most people shower. I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman, and refrain from groping you. I’ll even keep my eyes on your beautiful face.”
After grabbing a t-shirt from Carter's dresser, I place it in the bathroom for her to dress after her shower. I move closer to Heather and slide my arms under her, lifting and carrying her into the ensuite bathroom. Setting her on the bathroom counter, I turn the shower on and get it warm, but not scalding hot.
“Are you going to be naked too?” She asks nervously.
I turn to her and remove my shirt, before tossing it to the floor.
“Stop. No one is going to hurt you here, but I’ll keep my shorts on.”
I’m going to do my best to keep my eyes off her body, but this really is going to be a test for me. I help her out of her sleeveless top and toss it on top of mine. Reaching behind her, I remove her lacy black bra before sliding it down her arms. Do I notice the way her breaths become heavier as I remove her clothing? Of course I fucking do. I lift her off the counter gently, set her on her feet, and kneel in front of her to help her get rid of her pants. Everything has blood and dirt on it, they’ll have to be tossed.
“Thank you for helping me,” she says sweetly as I pull her pants down. Heather places her hands on my shoulders for stability, and lifts her foot as I remove the pants for her, one leg at a time.
Rising to my full height, I hold her hand in mine, take her to the shower, and step inside before helping her.
“Watch your step, Tesoro.” The nickname slipping off my tongue too easily.
I nod to the showerhead, and she tilts her head back with a moan as the water runs through her blood-stained tresses. Grabbing Carter’s shampoo, I pour a generous amount into my palm and wash her hair gently. I rinse her hair clean before repeating the process with a conditioner that I’m surprised my brother has.
She puts her head down and sighs with something that sounds like contentment.
“Thank you for being nice to me.”
Her words cause a lump in my throat, because somehow I know she’s not used to a man taking care of her. Her life has not been what it should have been. The urge to storm into that goddamn church and kill everyone I see is strong. But then, I’d be taking what she deserves. Every single kill belongs to her.
I grab the body wash, pour some into my hand, and start with her shoulders.
“If I make you uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop.”
