Page 66 of Demon Rejected
“What’s the guy’s name, the one from the strip club?"
“He refused to talk to any of us. He is a shifter, I can sense it, but he is also something else. And he wanted to talk to the Fire Wolf only. I’ll be there with you. I won’t allow any harm to come to you."
Jack said the words in a way that made me believe him. But would he risk his own life to protect me?
The door was guarded. The two shifters I didn’t know stood up in front of the Alpha.
“Open the door."
One of the guards typed a code fast and the door opened with a click. The guy I kind of pulled out by his hair looked way better than I expected. He sat up in bed and eating pudding.
His eyes were open and so blue, a light blue, I could have looked into those eyes all day long without getting bored. His skin was still pale, but it looked normal now, as if that were the way he should be, like a vampire from a teenage girl’s fantasy.
Just as I thought that, he smiled and flashed me a set of fangs. No way. Could he hear my thoughts?
“Finally,” he said with a deep, rich voice that had a distinct Italian accent and made me want to cream my panties. This guy was a looker with beautiful, soft, pillow-like lips; a straight nose that gave him a bit of a feral look, like a bird of prey; high cheeks that could cut steel; and strong muscles covering his arms and chest.
I should remind myself not to drool.
A thick, ugly scar started right under his sternum and went down to his groin. I know because I made that scar with Sparky. We pushed his organs back and Sparky cauterized the wound. I never expected him to survive.
He smiled a wicked smile towards me while licking that damn spoon in a very suggestive way. His long black hair was almost blue under the light of the neon. It’s so perfect and silky I almost want to touch it.
“We’re here to talk. How about we start by you telling us your name?"
“You brought her, the Fire Wolf.” His eyes locked with mine. He thoroughly ignored the Alpha and the upset frown he had. “I’ll talk to her alone."
“I won’t negotiate this." Jack used his strong Alpha command voice, the nuance making everything stop and shiver.
“Alpha, your tricks don’t work on me. I mean no harm and I’m unarmed. You guys put me in a room without windows. I can’t leave. I just want to talk to the Fire Wolf alone."
Silence lay over us, thick like a blanket.
“Alpha, if you don’t mind, it’s okay. I don’t mind talking to him alone."
Jack looked at me. He was half-concerned and half-amused. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes.
“If there’s any problem, I’m in front of the door."
Sparky stood next to me as the Alpha turned and left the room.
“Wow, your Fire Wolf is impressive. I’m so glad we finally met." He smiled a full warm smile.
Sparky lay on the floor and looked relaxed and at ease. She wasn’t tense at all in his presence.
“I’m Alessandro Giovanni Antonio Carravagi, but you can call me whatever you like because I would answer to you." He licked the spoon again.
“Scarlett,” I said curtly.
“Scarlett," he repeated with his beautiful accent. It sounded like my name turned into two Scarrrrr Letta. I liked it. Everything that came from his mouth sounded like poetry. “Thank you so much for saving my life."
“Yeah, sure thing. Sorry about that ugly scar."
He looked down and touched it gingerly with the tip of his fingers, his eyes connecting with mine. I suddenly was aware that I looked like crap. My hair was a bird’s nest, and I had no makeup to conceal the restless night that lay behind me. After returning with Ziggy from the desert, I took a shower, put some fresh clothes on, and saw the Alpha as demanded.
“It’ll go away in time, and I’m sorry about that. I’ll keep it forever as a reminder of you saving me." He took another deep breath. “Scarlett, I owe you my life. I will never forget what you did for me. And your… what’s her name?"
Alessandro looked straight at Sparky. She whined softly.