Her energy floods my veins, replacing some of what I gave Niki earlier, and I can tell the moment she slips into unconsciousness. Soft snores hit my ears.
Satisfied, I turn my back on her and head for the hall, clicking off the lights as I go. I pause at the door, looking back at Joseline’s peacefully sleeping form a final time, before stepping out of the room.
As the door closes, I summon a bit of my magic to flip the lock.
It’s not safe to use our powers—it’s like a beacon for other demons, and it could draw them straight to us—but it’s such a minuscule amount that I’m not worried.
Then, I start my trek back to the tour bus.
Chapter 13
Joseline
A heartbeat throbs between my thighs, and I don’t remember ever being so wet. Which is crazy, because nothing has happened to turn me on. In fact, there’s not even anyone near me.
I’m in the middle of a stage, watching Tobias play the drums as colorful spotlights swing overhead, but there isn’t a camera in my hands. I’m just standing there, watching as he beats the fuck out of his instrument, pouring his heart and soul into his music.
The other band members are moving around the stage, but I’m not paying them any attention. Is there a crowd? I try to turn and look, but I can’t drag my eyes away from the asshole drummer.
When his golden eyes snap in my direction, my stomach knots and my lips part. It’s like he’s looking inside me, rummaging around. Like he knows what’s going through my mind, but he can’t possibly sense the heat consuming me. Can he?
The throb between my legs intensifies, my pussy weeping with need; it drenches my panties, leeching into my leggings.
I squeeze my thighs together to staunch the flow, but it doesn’t help, and my cheeks burn. How fucking embarassing to be on stage in front of a crowd, pining for some fucking jerk I can’t stand. Desperate for his attention, his touch.
Why him?
Why now?
As I watch, a masked performer I don’t recognize steps up to the drummer’s side and taps his shoulder. Without looking up, Tobias hands over his well-worn drumsticks and stands, moving around the drums and slowly heading toward me.
With every step closer, the lights around us dim, the indecipherable music blurring around us. I’m more aware of my breathing, of my pulse pounding in my ears.
He stops in front of me, swiftly pulling me against his broad chest.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my heart beating in my throat. I'm hyper-aware of the lack of distance between us, and electricity sparks across my skin at every point of contact.
There are thousands of people watching. His band members are going to see. Why is he doing this on stage?
Why is he doing it at all?
“You love attention, little brat,” he chuckles. “I figured you’d enjoy this, everyone seeing what you do to me. You drive me crazy.”
He's lying, and I know it, but a goofy smile spreads across my face nevertheless. Who would have thought this stupid stubborn asshole could be even remotely sweet?
Certainly not me.
“I need you to close your eyes.” His hands slide over my hips and grab my ass. “You can’t see what I look like if I’m going to keep you safe.”
“But…”
That doesn’t make any sense, because I’ve already seen what Sebastian looks like. Maybe there’s a piece of the puzzle I’m missing. Maybe there’s something I don’t understand.
“Close them,” he demands, his voice sharper now. “If you open them, this ends.”
Fuck. I don’t want this to end. That sounds like a terrible idea.
With a scowl, I do as I'm told and squeeze my eyes closed. The floor disappears as Tobias sweeps me off my feet, and I throw my arms around his shoulders with a squeak, bracing myself for whatever is coming. The sudden shift in gravity has my stomach cartwheeling, and a second later he's laying me on a soft surface.
