By the time Ezekiel Moore breathes his last, it’s already the middle of the night. And even though I slept until past sunset, I’m so exhausted that I can barely walk straight.
I stare at my hands as Elias leads me to his trailer. I washed them before leaving the brothers to do whatever it is they do with dead Prophets, but I still feel like they’re covered in Ezekiel’s filthy blood.
“Is it the first time you hurt someone?” Elias asks calmly.
I blink up at him, my eyes stinging from the brightness of his porch light.
“I… no,” I admit. “It’s not.”
Elias lifts an eyebrow, though he doesn’t look too surprised.
“Will you tell me about it, Little Sapphire?” he asks as he unlocks the door and gestures for me to enter.
Can I tell someone again? Whenever I shared as a kid, I was met with disbelief. So I just… stopped. Got the hell out of my hometown as soon as I could. Stopped using my full name. Changed my look.
I toe off my boots before crossing Elias’s threshold, not wanting to track any blood that might be on them inside.
“Yeah,” I answer as I take one last deep breath of the night air. “Let’s take a shower, and I’ll tell you in bed.”
Elias chuckles, shrugging out of his suit jacket. “Bossy girl. You’re growing braver.”
“Well,” I huff. “You’re not planning on killing me anymore, are you?”
He cups my face in his palms. They’re dry and warm, belying the violence he’s capable of doing with them.
“Worse,” he breathes. “I’m never letting you go, Jules.”
I try to evade his piercing gaze, looking anywhere but at him.
“You might change your mind,” I say miserably.
He grabs my chin, applying enough pressure to let me know he means business. He doesn’t speak until my eyes meet his.
“Does my past make me any less desirable to you?”
“Wha—no!” I blink at him. “Oh…”
How is my story worse than his? Because people said I must have asked for it?
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Elias kisses the top of my head before herding me to the shower.
“Don’t apologize, baby. Bet it’s not every day you meet someone with demons bigger than yours.”
Demons. I never thought about the shadows of my past like that, but it’s fitting.
In the shower, Elias carefully washes every inch of me, then drops down to his knees before me.
“What are you?—”
I don’t get to finish before his mouth is on my pussy, his hands roughly gripping my thighs to pull them apart. I grab his shoulders for balance, holding on for the ride as he feasts.
One of his hands leaves my leg, and I look down to see him part my nether lips and fill me with a finger.
“Elias,” I breathe when he beckons inside me, hitting that perfect spot.
He looks at me with those otherworldly eyes, water droplets clinging to his eyelashes, his hair darker and slicked back.
