Page 17 of Wreaking Havoc
Kai let out an amused rumble. “Did you think me a figment of your imagination?” A massive hand landed on top of Sascha’s, where it was clutching the bedspread. Kai’s nails were black and pointed at the tip, like talons. “I’m as real as you.”
Sascha snatched his hand back—were all demons so hot-blooded their touch practically burned?—and tossed the covers over his head. “I really can’t be doing this before coffee.”
“You said you could procure some. Where? When?”
The naked longing in Kai’s voice had Sascha peeking out from under his blankets. God, he lookedhungry. Or thirsty, as it were. “You really like coffee, huh?” He sat up, the strange normalcy of the demon’s craving somehow giving Sascha the strength to face this supremely weird day. “I need to get it from the bakery, then.”
“I’ll accompany you.”
“What? No. You’re not exactly someone I can bring around town. You’re all…” Sascha gave up on finding a word for it, waving a hand in demonstration instead. Like, seriously, how did Kai look even more massive sitting down?
He wasn’t just sitting on top of Sascha’s furniture. Hewasfurniture. Furniture Sascha wouldn’t mind climbing on top of and—
No.No horny morning thoughts. He is aliteraldemon.
He focused back on the present to find Kai frowning down at him. “I can’t allow you to go alone.”
“Why not?” Sascha asked, sliding out of bed, careful not to brush one of Kai’s overly long legs on his way out.
“How am I to protect you if I’m not by your side?”
“My enemies aren’there.” Sascha laughed at the thought, walking over to his dresser and grabbing a fresh stack of clothing, a pair of leggings and an oversize sweater he wouldn’t be caught dead in outside the house.
“Where are they?” Kai asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Whoare they?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Why are they after you?”
“Oh!” Sascha snapped his fingers. “I know this one. My brother pissed them off.”
Kai did not look suitably impressed by his knowledge. “Your brother,” he repeated.
“Yeah, he’s the leader of the, um, family business.”
“Business.”
“Yeah. You know…” Sascha lowered his voice to a whisper. “The mob? Russian Mafia?”
“His business is leading a mob of men?”
“Oh Lord. Coffee. We need coffee.”
Sascha grabbed his phone. Seacliff was small, sure, but not small enough not to have at least one meal delivery app that was usable. He put in the order before heading into the bathroom with his clothes, shutting the door on Kai when he tried to follow him.
“No enemies in the bathroom,” he called out through the door.
See? This was why he hadn’t wanted his brother’s stupid bodyguards, either. No privacy. Not a moment alone.
Although, his brother’s bodyguards weren’t anywhere close to the piece of terrifying eye candy Kai was, so there was that little perk, he supposed.
Sascha got dressed in a flash before brushing his teeth and splashing some water on his face. His usual skincare routine would have to wait for a day he didn’t have a seven-foot behemoth lurking at the bathroom door.
Sascha exited the bathroom, narrowly avoiding smacking his face into an absurdly broad chest on his way out.
