He walked through a doorway and into a sprawling bedroom. There were no windows in any of the rooms, and the bed, covered in luxurious white blankets, looked far too inviting. He couldn’t touch it without staining the blankets right now, but he groaned as they passed it.
Shadrach chuckled. “Not to worry. We’ll get there.”
The air conditioner was on full blast, and Isaac shivered as they passed under one of the vents. In an adjoining room, Shadrach flipped a light switch and revealed the biggest bathroom Isaac had ever seen.
The shower was white and gold marble with a glass wall and what appeared to be rainfall spouts. A sprawling, claw-foot bathtub sat in the middle of the room. LED lights were built into the vanity mirror frame. Isaac could swing his sword in here and not worry about hitting a thing.
Shadrach set him on his feet beside the glass shower walland opened the door to turn on the water. “Undress,” he ordered. “We’ll throw those out.”
Isaac reached for the sleeve of his flannel when a glimmer of silver caught his eye, and he realized he was still wearing his guild ring. He froze, staring down at it. It was stained with blood. The pearl cross in the center was streaked with it. Had anyone found Hawley yet? Probably not. There were still hours until morning. The body would stink up the whole church before someone found it. His body would finally match his personality—rotten. A choked sound left him, and he saw Shadrach turn sharply toward him at the sound, alarmed until Isaac did it again and it became clear it waslaughter.
“What are you laughing about?” Shadrach asked in bemusement.
“I can’t believe…” He trailed off. “I can’t believe it was so easy. I was so fucking scared of him for so long. There were so many times I imagined bashing his goddamn skull in, andthen I did!” A peal of laughter trailed out of him. He tugged off the ring with some effort and dropped it to the floor with a relieved sigh.
Shadrach tilted his head, watching him carefully. “Who?”
Isaac peeled off his flannel and drew his T-shirt over his head, letting both fall. Shadrach’s eyes fell to his bare chest, and his head tilted.
“You have bloodunderyour shirt? How?”
Isaac looked down at the blood on his skin. Not smeared from soaking through his shirt, but dried to his skin in telltale little splashes.
“I told you. I killed him.” It shouldn’t be a relief. He’dcommitted one of the ultimate sins, and yet he felt lighter than ever.
“Who?” Shadrach asked again.
Isaac met his eyes with a grin. “Hawley.”
Shadrach’s eyes widened with shock—and then glee. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I had a meeting with him tonight. He told me Sloan was sending two teams after you, and when he tried to stop me from going after them, I bashed his head against one of the pews.”
“Are you sure he was dead?”
Isaac gave him an affronted look. “You think I don’t know death when I see it?”
Shadrach chortled. “Fine, fine, I trust you.” He reached for Isaac.
“You probably shouldn’t,” Isaac replied, letting himself be reeled in. “I killed nine people tonight. I’m a spree killer.”
“Let’s not start comparing kill counts. And for the record, you’re my hero,” Shadrach corrected. “I don’t know what those rock things were, but they would’ve killed us. I could feel it.”
“Enochian stones,” Isaac said, but the rest of the explanation fell away as Shadrach leaned toward him, shaking his head.
“Doesn’t matter now.” Shadrach captured Isaac’s mouth in a biting kiss, teeth smarting against his bottom lip. He gasped as Shadrach’s hands fell to his jeans, loosening them and pushing them down with his boxers, hands palming the swell of his ass. “If you don’t tell me to slow down I’ll fuck you in this shower like I wanted to at the Rink.”
Isaac’s fingers sank into Shadrach’s hair, pulling hard. “Promise?”
An inhuman growl tripped out of him, and Shadrach’s arm wrapped around his back, lifting him off his feet and spinning them around. “Get in the shower.”
Isaac kicked off his sneakers and fumbled out of his jeans. He couldn’t take his eyes off Shadrach, who peeled his expensive clothes off piece by piece, leaving it all where it fell. His dark eyes roamed Isaac’s body intently, and it felt like being back in the Rink’s shower all over again, knowing Shadrach was watching every minute flex of muscle. He was in the gaze of a predator, and it was exhilarating.
He pulled the shower door open without looking away and stepped inside, waiting for Shadrach to join him. The water was just this side of too hot, steam billowing up through the air and dampening his skin even before he stepped under the spray. He tugged his forgotten hair-tie out of his hair and tossed it over the top of the shower wall, to a quiet snort from the demon on the other side.
When Shadrach stepped inside the shower with him, gloriously naked, the walls seemed to curl around them, drawing them together. Shadrach was a beautiful man, long and lean and alabaster white. He was athletic, but less bulky than Isaac. His raven black hair was faded on the sides and longer on top, the swoop in front falling just shy of his eyebrow.
Isaac barely had time to take a breath before Shadrach was on him, kissing him with both hands gripping his head. It was dominating and possessive and everything he’d ever wanted. Isaac opened like a flower for him, letting Shadrach’s tongue explore his mouth as the hot water washed the violence of the night from their skin. Shadrach kissed him like he wanted to crawl inside him.
