With his added height in this form, I feel like a mouse cowering beneath him, frozen with a heartbeat that could send a human into cardiac arrest.
I feel small, breakable, yet somehow… like I might be dainty—something precious he doesn’t want to hurt, given the gentle way he tips my chin up to lessen the distance.
“Let me make one thing clear: speak to me like that again, and the next time you run, you’ll learn what it’ll feel like to spend the rest of eternity with your pussy wet and denied every orgasm you beg for.”
Desire clenches my core. Not to be outdone, I edge forward until every breath we breathe is each other’s. His eyes fall to my lips, watching them move around every word as if he might be able to taste them.
In slow motion, his features seem to soften like he’s lost and is grappling for control of a situation he’s never had in hand.
It sends me on a power trip.
Voice low, I say, “Then don’t give me a reason to need to talk like that.”
I yank myself away, instantly reeling from the loss of heat and electricity. He blinks like he’s just been snapped from a spell.
I glance behind us.Shit. “They’re going inside. Don’t fuck it up.”
He glowers at me, and I do the same. The naive idiot doesn’t understand the full magnitude of how bad this could be for us—forme.
Lynx shoulders past me, but I grab his forearm. “You can’t go looking like that. Humans don’t know demons exist.”
In the blink of an eye, there’s nothing to indicate he might be somethingother. Blue eyes stare back at me. His teeth are straight, his height not so imposing that I feel I could be squashed like a bug by a single flick of his wrist.
Neither of us says anything more as we rush to the manor, breaking past the tree line and powering up toward the dilapidated fountain in front of the entrance. He eyes the car warily like it might pounce on him or morph into a three-headed monster—and for all I know, that’s a possibility.
I wring my hands together, trying to dispel the tension winding through my body as my eyes dart around in search of any body parts a hellhound might have left lying around.
It’s entirely possible I missed something during my search for Lynx. I wasn’t the most focused. What if there’s one in the middle of the hallway that I completely failed to see? Or Tidus came back at some point and moved it around?
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I follow Lynx, bounding up the steps into the manor where the cops have let themselves inside.
I race past Lynx and survey the decrepit foyer, ignoring the police, then stick my head into the living area and blanch at Lynx’s booming voice.
“Leave.”
Oh, we aresofucked.
The two men swing their attention toward the demon. One has his foot over the threshold into the corridor that leads toward the back of the manor. The other is in the living area I was in earlier, slowly perusing the remains of my home.
As one, they both slowly head back toward the foyer, eyeing the demon’s getup.
I cautiously sidle up to Lynx in case I need to claw him back from killing a police officer. The taller one doesn’t have a speck of hair on his glistening head but sports a well-endowed moustache that would makes an eighties Hollywood cop jealous. It pairs horrifically with his feral goatee.
I can say with one hundred percent confidence that the other one kills babies in his spare time. There’s something off-kilter about his eyes and bushy brows, which connect with dark tufts of hair. He puts his hand on his hip, close to his gun, and I die a little more inside when Lynx curls his hands into fists.
Moustache nods in greeting, offering a friendly smile. “I’m Officer Tolsen. That’s my partner, Officer Roberts.” He points at Unibrow.
Good cop vs. bad cop.
Got it.
“Didn’t ask. Leave.”
Lynx is going to get himself killed at this rate.
“Be nicer, or they might call for backup,” I chastise, heart hammering.
Roberts narrows his unsettling eyes, while Tolsen’s face only twitches. “What’s your name?”
