The pullto Mercy’s neural pathways was harsh and fast, and it almost compared to breaking through heaven’s barrier to Earth.Almost.
But before I could get my bearings, all I could see was the dim light of the car.
And blood.
“Stay still,” Mercy said, her voice steady and firm.
The boy in her grasp winced, his entire body reacting as he hissed in pain.
“I’m trying,” he said.“But you’re not the one being stitched up with a safety pin right now and...fuck!”
Another hiss escaped his throat, echoing in the space between us.
I was transfixed on the sight before me.
The boy fighting Mercy’s triage skills looked to be not much older than her.Tall, lanky.Long, disheveled hair.
Big round eyes and full lips.
But it wasn’t the blood staining the side of his face that had me captivated.
It was the way he was looking at her.
I might not have spent time on the surface, but as a demon, there were a handful of things that were just...understood.
Shame, guilt, and remorse...those feelings, those emotions were part of our damn blood.
And the remorse, the guilt...it wasradiatingoff of this boy in waves, crashing with something else so intense, so deep it was hard not to stare.
Love didn’t exist for demons like me.It was nothing but a myth, something we thought about, fantasized about in the same way we dreamed of freedom.
It was nice to think about, but we all knew nothing like that could ever be ours.
And then I felther.
Warmth ebbed from behind me, like some fire trap.
“Endor...”Val’s voice was soft, careful.
“Shh...”I hushed her, both because I didn’t wish her to interrupt this pivotal memory, and because I couldn’t stand to hear her voice.
It made my skin prickle with goosebumps and my cock twitch.
Her steps were slow, deliberate.As careful as her voice.She slid up to my side wordlessly, but her warmth enveloped me all the same.The desire to close my eyes and breathe in her sweet, sugary funnel cake scent was hard to fight, but I knew I must.
If not for myself, then for Mercy.
Valory’s arm brushed mine and I could hear the soft sounds of her breath as the boy winced again.
Mercy held him still, her thumb brushing over his temple.
“There.Big baby,” she said, her grin slightly lopsided.The fear rolling off of her was almost as thickening as the guilt he kept emitting.But to her credit, she appeared fearless.In complete and utter control.
There was a silence so loud it was almost deafening, until the whir and click of the radio filled the space.
Rain drops echoed on the top of the car as he slid his hand up over hers.
His gaze fell on her as if he couldn’t help himself.As if surrendering to his desire was nothing more than a death note.
