Page 11 of Merciless Angel
“Cash will grab it.” Blaze jerked his head, indicating for Cash to go find my things. “Do you need anything else?”
Having nothing to say to him, I merely shook my head, staying silent. When Cash returned with my dropped bag, he and Daire climbed into the backseat. I let Blaze push me into the passenger side.
I stared out the window as he drove the short distance back to the dorm. My hope that they would drop me off and leave was dashed when he parked in a visitor space. They all followed me to the door.
“We’re going to come inside,” Blaze informed me. “I know that Zane has been hanging around here. I want to make sure he leaves you alone. What do you see in him anyway? He’s a fucking waste of human flesh.”
My hand shook as I opened the door. “I’m not seeing Zane anymore. He’s not handling that well.”
The three of them followed me inside and up the stairs to my room. I didn’t want to let them inside but didn’t have a choice. Thankfully, there was no sign of Zane. I’d witnessed enough violence for one lifetime.
I hesitated at the door to my room. “I really need to get to bed. I have to wake up early.”
“Open the door, Angel. You’re not getting rid of us that easily.” Daire’s commanding tone left no room for argument.
I wasn’t loving these pet names. I barely knew these guys. Aside from flirting with Blaze a few times at parties, I’d had little to no real interaction with them.
Unlocking my door, I shoved it open and entered. They filed in behind me. Cash closed the door, tossing my snack bag onto the bed. I had no appetite for it now.
The room consisted of a single bed against one wall, a tiny two seater couch on the opposite wall, and a desk in front of the window. I waved a hand at the small space. “Make yourselves comfortable, I guess.”
Cash plopped onto the bed, grabbing the snack bag he’d dropped. He peered into the bag, his brows arching in interest. With his black and red mohawk, arms littered with tattoos, he looked the most deadly of the group. The t-shirt stretched tight over his muscled body added to the effect. His blue eyes were a beautiful shade, like the sky on a cloudless day.
My gaze strayed to a hissing cobra inked on his forearm before traveling to a sexy fairy girl perched on a crescent moon. Skulls and daggers were among the rest of his ink. Having full sleeves on both arms made it impossible to make out each tattoo with a mere glimpse.
From what Raina had told me, Daire was perhaps the scariest of them all. Time would tell if that proved true. He’d had a personal beef with her. There was no telling how he would treat me. I didn’t expect him to be a walk in the park.
“Nice snack choice,” Cash remarked, reaching into the bag. “Mind if I have some cheese puffs?”
I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Daire and Blaze perused my space. “Go ahead. Help yourself.”
Daire sat at the desk, glancing out the window at the parking lot below. A sword with wings on his forearm was one of only a few tattoos he possessed. A skull wearing a crown peeked out from under the cuff of his t-shirt on his upper arm. The lightning bolt beneath one eye was hotter than it should have been.
He’d been attractive from a distance at parties when I had zero interaction with him. Now that he was in my space claiming me as a possession, I just found him panic inducing.
“How often does Zane come around?” Daire asked, nailing me with piercing green eyes.
“I, I don’t know,” I stammered. “He was here earlier, waiting outside my room. I told him to leave.”
Daire and Blaze exchanged a look. Blaze sat down on the tiny couch, patting the spot beside him. Afraid to refuse, I quickly sat down.
“Has he hurt you in any way since the night of the party?” Blaze asked.
His thigh pressed against mine, making me suck in a breath. I shook my head, making my tousled blonde waves bounce around my face. “No. He never hurt me before that either.”
“I want to know if he lays a finger on you. Whether he hurts you or not. Understand?” Blaze caught a strand of my hair, twisting it around his finger like he had the night of the party.
I nodded vigorously, wary of saying or doing anything to tick him off. “Yes, I understand.”
“Jesus, Clover. Chill out a little. You’re so damn jittery. It’s kind of turning me on.” The smile that crossed Daire’s face did nothing to make me relax.
“Sorry,” I offered lamely. “I can’t help it. You guys aren’t exactly making it easy to relax.”
Cash munched my cheese puffs, tossing a handful in his mouth. “We haven’t done anything yet. You’re going to be a lot of fun.”
That was hardly reassuring. Clearing my throat, I said, “I thought you guys were vigilantes. Doesn’t that mean you right the wrongs of society? Help those without help?”
Blaze leaned back against the couch, slinging an arm around my shoulders as he pulled me in against him. “We like to hand out punishment to those who deserve it. That doesn’t make us saints. Trust me, Rainbow, we didn’t name ourselves the Angels. There isn’t a damn angelic thing about us.”