He said that so matter-of-factly. As if it was . . . true.
Holy moly.
“Why . . . am I . . . so . . . tired.” Her words started to slur and she dropped her plate of cake. “No! Cake! Come . . . back . . . cake . . . mine . . .”
He picked up the plate and set it down on the bedside table.
“I know it’s yours. I don’t eat sweet things.”
“Course . . . not . . . risk sweetening . . . you up . . . are you . . . allowed sweets . . . when . . . sold . . . soul . . . to Satan.” Her eyes were impossible to open and she slipped into darkness.
11
Are you allowed to eat sweets when you’ve sold your soul to Satan?
If only she knew how very real those words were. It did feel like he’d sold his soul to Satan a long time ago.
And then he’d been rescued by a dark prince, who now owned not only his soul but his body and mind too.
He wouldn’t say his heart.
He’d long since lost that organ.
But everything else belonged to Jared Bartolli.
North walked into his bedroom in Jared’s house and walked over to the bathroom. He’d have a quick shower and then go looking for Jared.
Someone grabbed hold of the back of his neck and slammed him against the wall. He turned his face at the last second so that his cheek rather than his nose took the impact. Although he need not have worried. At the last moment, the other person softened their trajectory so when his face smashed into the wall it didn’t shatter his cheekbone.
He would have fought back. Could easily have broken the hold.
But he’d known who it was from the first second that they’d touched him.
He deserved this. And so much more.
“Where have you been?” Jared whispered close to his ear. “And why do you smell like a woman?”
Shit.
Jared pressed him against the wall and grabbed both of his wrists, pinning them above his head.
North felt his body grow warmer. It had already been on a slow boil for some reason.
He didn’t know why.
Maybe it was in anticipation of coming back here. Of seeing Jared.
Of getting a reaction like this. One that meant he was on the edge of death.
He normally had supreme control over his body . . . but he’d been in a weird place since he’d kidnappedher.
It wasn’t Angie that was making his body react this way. No, it must be the thought of how Jared would react.
That had to be it.
“I’ve been doing a job.”
Jared shifted his wrists to one hand and wrapped his other hand around the front of North’s neck.
