I raced forward and slammed my bag into the dude’s back as hard as I could.
“You let her go!” I screamed, and he dropped Sara, turning on me.
“Who the fuck are you!?” he snarled, and I glared at him. I eyed him up and down and looked back at Sara, who was a sobbing mess on the ground. Her throat was red from where he had been choking her, and I knew immediately it was going to bruise. After what Reaver had just done to me that morning, I was feeling a little spicier than normal.
Fuck this guy, and fuck Reaver too. I guess my demon was going to have two murders to notch on his belt after tonight. This guy had to go. I couldn’t have him hurting Sara again. Maybe it was fucked up, but Death had taken so manygoodpeople from me, and I suddenly wanted him to take some of the bad ones too.
I eyed the asshole before me and wondered what the best way to entice Death would be. I cringed when I realized a hug or a kiss would probably be my best bet.
“Mind your business, or you’ll fucking get it too, whore,” the man snarled at me, trying to turn back to Sara.
“You like that word, don’t you?” I snapped, reaching out and grabbing his arm. I turned him back to face me and gave him a dangerous smile. He looked like he was going to hit me when I stood on my toes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. I pulled away and laughed.
“Death by whore. They should put that on a T-shirt,” I quipped. Fury and rage filled his face, and this time, he did hit me.
He slammed his fist directly into my cheek, and pain exploded like a gunshot up the side of my face. The crack was so loud I wondered if he broke something as I hit the ground.
Worth it.
“Lilith!” Sara screamed as I fell back. I held a hand to my cheek and glared up at the soon-to-be-dead asshole as he came closer. I wasn’t afraid of him. He couldn’t kill me, and honestly if he did, kudos to him. Maybe he’d get a medal of some kind.
“Well, this seems like a good time,” a calm, familiar voice drawled. My heart stopped.
Fuck me.Just what I needed.
I groaned as Reaver appeared. He turned the corner with his hands in his pockets, looking for all the world like he was just out for a casual stroll. He took in the scene before him with cold, discerning eyes.
The man, who I was assuming was Sara’s ex, snarled. “Walk away, buddy. This doesn’t concern you.”
“Hey, way to leave me with the fucking tab… Oh, well, it looks like you found yourself a fun little party.” Shem appeared suddenly, his brow furrowing. He took one look at Sara and me on the ground, and something close to rage flashed across his face. It was gone as quick as it came, and he grinned at Sara’s ex with his usual devilish smirk. He rested an elbow on Reaver’s shoulder and slid his other hand into his pocket.
Eyeing the man up and down, he raised an eyebrow. “You look like trouble,” he commented dryly.
“Deathtrap, come here,” Reaver said, his voice deadly calm. I glanced back and forth between Reaver and Sara’s ex. I wasn’t sure I trusted Reaver any more than the towering wall of muscle that had just hit me, but Ididtrust Shem. I scrambled up and away from the man who had just assaulted me and moved to stand behind Reaver and Shem. I gestured frantically at Sara to come too, and she quickly followed. I gripped her hand tightly once she made it safely away from the fucking gorilla that had hurt us.
“I said this doesn’t concern you. Walk away, or you will both regret it.”
“Go home, John,” Sara whispered, and he sneered.
“I’m not going anywhere without you,” he snapped.
Reaver and Shem exchanged an amused look. Finally, Shem stepped forward.
“John, is it? Maybe do what the lady says and go home. It would be a shame if someone… I don’t know… called the cops.” Shem raised an eyebrow at the man, and he scowled. Shem slid out his phone with a smirk and unlocked the screen.
“What’s the number again? Oh yeah. Nine… one….”
“Okay. Fuck,” John snarled, making eye contact with Sara. “You and I aren’t done here.”
“Oh, but you very much are,” Reaver said, his voice so quiet I wasn’t even sure John heard him. The man turned on his heel and stormed away. Shem glanced back at Reaver, his eyes flashing under the golden glow of the streetlight.
“I’m going to make sure our friend gets home safe,” he said, winking at us. He looked at Reaver. “You got everything handled here?”
Reaver waved him off and turned to Sara. “Call an Uber,” he barked, and she stared at him in shock before nodding and taking out her phone to do as he said. I went to do the same, but he snatched my phone out of my hands.
“Hey!” I protested, but he whirled on me.
“Shut your mouth unless you want a repeat of this morning, deathtrap,” he snapped, and I felt the blood drain from my face. He wasso angry… Why?
