“Where did you find that?!” I screech.
He’s found the black, leather mini-skirt.Of course, he did.
He cackles. “In the bottom of your closet, you sneaky minx. Iknewyou had something short. You are going to look incredibly sexy in this.”
“How about we don’t concern ourselves with how ‘sexy’ I look?”
“Impossible.”
He flips off the light with an overly dramatic flourish and disrobes. Then he truly is trying to torture me, because he begins to narrate his actions. “I’m drawing the panties up your smooth legs, securing them into place?—”
“Kit…” I warn.
He ignores me. “I’m putting on the bra. God, your boobs really are perfect, aren’t they? I’m not touching, but even putting them in your bra…”
“Kit,” I snap.
“Moving on to the shirt. Pulling that on. And now the skirt. Pulling it up your legs and over your equally perfect ass. Zipper zipped and…” He flips the light back on. “Done.”
I sigh. Well, damn. I do look good. My legs do not appear aggressively pale and stubby like I figure they will when I wear short skirts without tights, but rather long and smooth. And the skirt pairs well with the cropped long-sleeve tee, which is hugging my body, leaving a small sliver of my skin exposed between the top of the skirt and the bottom of the shirt.
Apparently, Kit agrees. “Fuck,” he breathes. He licks his lips, gazing at me in a way I can only describe as hungry. “If I hadmy own body…” he mutters more to himself than me. “Lacy, the things I could do for you.”
My face is flaming both on the outside and inside. “Well, you don’t and you’re a demon. So.”
“So.” He swallows then shakes his head like he’s shaking himself out of a trance. “Sorry. Have not had sex since before I died. I’m forgetting myself.”
My eyebrows lift. “Really? Not even as a demon?”
“Well, I’m in someone else’s body, so no.”
“Oh. But at the club, with the bartender…?”
“I wasn’t being serious. Even if you were okay with it, it’s impossible to sufficiently explain the situation to the third person for full consent.” He clears his throat. “We have a meeting to get to.”
Okay. That was weird. Was that weird? Yes. Okay. I know that was weird. Why are Kit and I talking about sex like that? Like it’s something we would ever do together. It wouldn’t even be something that was in the realm of possibility. It’s not that I’m above hate sex, but…even if he did have a body that was all his own, he is still an evil, soulless being. One who possessed me and is currently holding me hostage, mind you.
It’s easy to forget oneself when forced to spend time with someone in overwhelmingly close proximity. And Kit happens to be rather easy to talk to, even if we have spent most of our time discussing demons and Hell. I must be experiencing a form of Stockholm syndrome, because while I’m dying for control of my body again, I may miss him when he’s gone.
Stop.No, I will notmisshim. It’ll be good riddance.
If I’m right about Matthias knowing I’m possessed…I hope he finds some way to help me soon.
Kit decidesto steal another car from the grocery store parking lot. This time, it’s a crappy old red Pontiac.
“Come on, man,” I groan. “You’re actively ruining someone’s night.”
“Ah, but I’m making my night better, and I think I matter the most in this scenario.” Kit hotwires the car, without shocking us, before revving the engine and driving off. “Also,” he adds once we’re off, “if your car gets spotted where we’re going, it would not be great.”
I stiffen. That’s alarming. “What are we doing?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
I fully do not agree with that statement, but there is no point in arguing with him.
Kit takes an exit off the highway and drives until we stop at the back of a dimly lit alleyway. He gets out of the car and struts until he reaches the dumpsters under a blinking light attached to a building. He leans back against the dumpster as we wait. I drum my fingers against the ledge of the window, anticipating what will happen.
Eventually, two large black SUVs pull into the alleyway from the other direction. They park but keep their headlights on to better light the space.
