I was going to get him fucking killed. I chewed my bottom lip anxiously before snatching the bottle out of his hand. I was shaking.
I had given Sam ahug,and my demon had killed him that very night.
I had basically just humped Reaver’s damn leg!
It wasn’t even a dry hump. I was soaked and humiliatedthat he had noticed. Somehow, I doubted my demon would let Reaver survive the rest of our shift.
Reaver cocked his head to the side, looking amused. He stalked toward me, leaning down so our noses were nearly touching.
“If you ever need someone to scratch that itch, little deathtrap, you have my number,” he purred before putting a cigarette to his lips and nodding to the raging asshole at the bar.
“Go serve our guests.” He patted me on the head and left, the scent of frankincense and sandalwood wafting behind him like a fleeting memory.
“A possessive person is a destructive person.”
—LEO BUSCAGLIA
While Reaver was smoking, I did a lap around the dining room to take orders and calm my nerves. That had been stupid and reckless. If Reaver died, it wouldabsolutelybe my fault. And now I was sure his death wouldn’t be the only punishment I would need to endure. I was sure my demon would come up with some other sick and twisted way to make me pay for breaking his first and most important rule.
Don’t touch anyone… except forhim.
Most of the men from the party were buzzing pretty hard at this point and had gathered around the tables to drink their beverages. I took some orders and checked to see if anyone needed refills. Some of them were annoyingly flirty, but for the most part, they were harmless. I was used to it anyway, and as long as no one got handsy, it was usually fine.
I was about to head back behind the bar to start pouring drinks when a table of two burly men beckoned me over.
“Hey guys, what can I get for you?” I asked with a bright smile. My service mask faltered slightly as I picked up on the darker vibes coming from the table.
One of the men looked me up and down, his gaze so intensely filled with lust that I felt my stomach flip. He was squat, with a square head and a unibrow. He looked like he could crush me to death with just one fist.
“Are you on the menu?” he asked, and I tried to laugh it off.
“Ha ha. Unfortunately not, but we do have a mushroom neptune that’s todiefor.” I said, trying to divert his attention to what wasactuallyon the menu. Before I knew what was happening, his friend stood up and slid behind me. I didn’t react right away because I had just assumed he was leaving to go to the bathroom.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me back into him. I yelped at the sudden, unwanted contact and tried to pull away, but he held me there firmly.
Square-head chuckled darkly at his friend’s inappropriate behavior and reached for my chest with a lecherous grin on his face.
“Come on, tits, just a taste,” he said as his friend ran his hands down my stomach in a clear directory for the space between my legs.
“Get off me, you goddamned gorilla!” I snarled, trying to stomp on the handsy dude’s instep. “This isn’t a fucking titty bar. You can’t justgrab me!”
If I screamed loud enough, I knew Rafael would come and tell them they had to leave.
Suddenly, the man who had been holding me just wasn’t there anymore. I gasped as a gust of wind whipped behind me, and I turned to see the man crashing into the next table. His body sent pints flying, and several other guests leapt up in alarm as they abruptly found a grown man splayed across their fourtop.
I felt another hand grab me, and I tried to turn, only to find that Reaver had wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. He jerked me to his side like I was a ragdoll. He was squeezing the back of my neck so hard it hurt and was looking at square-head like he wanted to know what the man’s insides looked like.
“Get behind the bar, deathtrap,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
“It’s okay, Reaver, I can handle?—”
“NOW!” he bellowed, and my blood turned to ice at how fucking terrifying he had become at the flip of a switch.
With wide eyes, I nodded and rushed away, leaving him to deal with the two assholes who had grabbed me.
I was shaking again, but not from fear of the two men who had just tried to assault me. It was Reaver that had scared me.
Maybe he would give Death a run for his money after all.
