And I don’t know what kind of miracle I did to deserve her, but I’m not letting go.Not now.Not ever.
“Jesus,” I mutter, crossing the room to hand her the shirt she wore yesterday like it’s a crown.“You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”
She grins, slipping it on like armor.
“Too late, Sheriff.”
And damn it, I hope she’s right.
I cross the room in two strides and kiss her again—hard.
My hand fists in her hair, my mouth claiming hers like I didn’t just have her writhing beneath me mere hours ago.
Because it’s not enough.
It’ll never be enough.
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathless.I press my forehead to hers, eyes closed, just needing the contact.The anchor.
“Let’s go.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her voice a little shaky.
She follows me docile as a kitten, and for a second I think maybe I broke her.
But no—that’s not what this is.
This is shock.Aftershocks.
The real Megan—sharp-tongued, firecracker, smarter-than-sin Agent DiNapoli—she’s still in there.And she’ll be back with a vengeance the second her brain catches up with her body.
And I can’t wait.
Because, yeah, it’s too soon.We barely know each other.
But some part of me already knows her.
Already loves her.
And I never thought I’d feel that for anyone, but I do.I swear to the fucking gods I do.
I love her.
And it might be fast, even for Arrhythmia, but there ain’t a damn thing wrong with that in my book.
Chapter15
Megan
When Owen told me Preacher was a Demon, I don’t know what I expected exactly—maybe a guy in a black hoodie with a bad attitude and some vague infernal vibes.Maybe someone with a few tattoos and a cool nickname.
What I didn’t expect?
A full-on actual Demon with skin the color of soot and glowing red eyes, standing in the middle of the Sheriff’s station like he just stepped out of a Hell-themed runway show.
And his wife?
Esmerelda looks like what would happen if Elvira and a Kardashian had a love child.A gorgeous, perfectly contoured, goth-glam bombshell of a woman with winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass and hair that clearly made some kind of deal with a supernatural force because damn.
