“Helllp!”she yelled. “He’s harassingm—” The last word stuck in her throat, hands seized her, and the world around her dissolved in a dizzying speed. She grabbed onto the nearest thing for safety, which unfortunately was him.
Seconds later, they reappeared in a gloomy alley. Shadow found herself plastered against him like a bear to honey, every hard inch of his tough body pressing against hers, making her breath catch. And that annoying awareness sneaked back to life. Furious at herself, she shoved at his chest and stumbled free. Damn caveman. “What the hell did you do to me?”
The unyielding cold stare he settled on her made her feel like she’d cracked through ice and fell into a freezing lake.
“Stopped you from going to prison. Believe me, I would have handed your delightful thieving ass over without hesitation.”Yeah, he would, the limp dick.“But, I need something from you.”
Of course, he did—whoa! Did he think her a whore?
Dark anger stole through her. So, she occasionally stole, but only to put food in her stomach and pay fucking Rough. She never sold herself. It took everything in her not to punch him and cause more problems.
“Yeah, you and every other dickhead who crosses my path. Sorry, you got the wrong girl, pal. Go find yourself someone else to fuck.”
He tossed something to her. In reflex, she grabbed it.Argh. The stolen wallet.
Ugh. He was even better at picking pockets than she was, but embarrassment scorched her face that he thought her a thief. Fine, she was, but working topside wasn’t in the cards for her, not when she had to remain under the radar if she wanted to continue breathing.
She tipped her chin. “A girl’s gotta eat.”
He crossed those heavily muscled, tattooed arms over his wide chest. More ink peeked from the crewneck of his black t-shirt, and a horrid looking snakehead smirked at her. He stood there, feet apart, eyes drilling her like lasers. “You kill demoniis like a hunter. Why don’t you join some organization and earn your money?”
“Like yours?” she taunted.
“You won’t make the cut.”
Oh, he thought himself so superior. “I know what you are.”
Not a muscle moved on his annoyingly handsome face. “Do you now?”
“If I know about demons, you honestly think I’m not gonna know about those assholes who hunt them, too.”
“Assholes?”
“Believe me,Guardian, I don’t want to be in any radius with a wet dick like you around. Now get outta my way.” She whirled away.
“Not so fast.” He grasped her wrist.
Damn irritating man. She was seconds from putting her blade between his ribs—shit. If he was immortal, they couldn’t die, could they? She’d have to ask Eddi about that one.
“Let’s get a few things straight. One, you can’t escape me. Two…” His stare lowered to her lips. “If my dick’s wet, then you’ll know why.”
Her jaw dropped, her traitorous body tightening at his words, despite the veiled threat.
Damn. She just had to spew out shit.
“Let me go, you weasel,” she snapped, more in anger at herself. It struck her then how ridiculous this was, fighting an immortal with a stolen wallet in her hand. She couldn’t win. She shoved the thing in her jacket pocket.
He arched that infuriating brow again. “My name’s Nik—”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re God himself, let me go!”
“—and I need your help.”
She froze.
Well. That blindsided her.
For a second.
