charge being in a public restroom. Then again, I’d worry about my sanity if I wasn’t concerned after the whole demons-tried-to-kidnap-a-Nephilim bullshit from the beginning of summer. Three months isn’t quite long enough to get over nearly losing your eternity. Give me a solid four at least.
“Hey.” Nyx reappears and tugs on my arm. “Buy me a drink?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “After that? You should be buying me one.”
Her eyes roll, but she smiles. She really is gorgeous, raven hair and melty amber eyes, with a spark of sin radiating from her.
I already planned on buying her a beer. Call me a romantic, but I thought it would be before I was inside her. After I flag down the bartender for drinks, we head outside to the patio where a tall wooden fence blocks the street. Most of the time, my lap ends up as the chair when I bring someone back here, but she lands on the picnic bench next to me. Still not complaining. It’ll make bailing the second Kai’s ready to leave all the easier.
Only when Nyx turns to face me—batting her long lashes and denting her lower lip between her teeth—I know we won’t make it that long. Her eyes lower, and she’s going to ruin this in three … two … one…
“You want to get out of here?” She twists the neck of her beer bottle. “Or maybe you can call me sometime? We can fuck in a restaurant coatroom. Compare and contrast.” She laughs out the last few words and peeks up again.
I half-smile, really wishing she hadn’t just said any of that.
Luckily, my charge rarely takes long to seal the deal. The adrenaline starts pumping through Kai, giving me the first hint of divine light. The slow burn unfurls in my chest before creeping down my arms. No matter how long my punishment on Earth lasts, the return of the light never disappoints.
“You don’t want me to call you,” I say, setting down my beer.
Her eyebrows pull together, and she goes back to watching her hands. “I’m pretty sure I do. I mean, you did refer to yourself as a sex god and then only made me come once, but—”
The heat hits my hands, spiking through my fingers until the tips burn. I skim them over her cool cheeks and cradle her face between my palms. The light leaves them and warms her skin beneath.
“You don’t want me to call you,” I tell her, softening my voice to barely above a whisper. “You don’t want me to take you home or walk you to your car.”
Nyx’s body relaxes as she brings her hands to hang from my wrists, melty amber eyes gazing up at me. “I don’t?”
I shake my head. “You don’t want anything from me. In fact, you’re going to go inside, buy yourself another drink, and not care if you ever see me again.”
She nods, slowly at first, but then surer of herself as the light seeps in, my words becoming a reality. When I let my hands fall away, she blinks a few times before glancing around. Her attention returns to me, and she forces a smile.
“I’m going to get another beer.” She stands and holds out a hand like she’s worried I might offer to go with her. “I’ll be back.”
The door slams behind her, and I take a swig of my drink, thankful as fuck she won’t be. Nothing against her. She was one of the more tolerable mortals. It’s just that I’m at my quota. Two Nephilim to keep alive so my soul doesn’t become a permanent fixture outside those heavenly gates. And it will take more than a set of pouty red lips and a perfect ass to distract me.
A hell of a lot more.
Even if my dick gives off the impression of being easier to sway.
Sometimes, existence stays the same for so long, I forget how fast everything can go from la-di-da to all-out fucked. Then, out of nowhere, all hell breaks loose—sometimes literally. Demons surface, my brother loses his shit. Two brothers, if you count the one ready to give up his immortality to spend eternity with his charge. And, I mean, no offense to Cassannah, but I do.
While all that crazy might have died down, I still have to deal with the lingering possibility that the one being who has a massive hard-on for killing me may or may not have the sole object in existence necessary to pull it off.