Page 7 of Demon's Savior
Dani laughs and rolls her eyes. "Really bro, you sound like Rev."
She chuckles and looks over at Austin, but by his expression, he's not happy with the comparison.
"Fuck you, Dani! Don't compare me to that bastard," he replies, looking at her with anger and disgust.
To break the tension between the two siblings and stop the discussion about this Rev person, I turn my attention to Dani.
"Danielle, can you help me put the rest of the food on the table? I hope you guys like sweet tea or would you rather have a beer?" I ask, trying to forget about how embarrassed I am.
"Sweet tea is fine, but you didn't have to cook all this for us, Kira," Demon replies while fixing his plate.
I put the last of the food on the table before taking my seat. “Cooking helps keep me calm, and this is the one thing I could think of to thank you for helping me. I don't mind, really.”
"Guys, Kira can cook her ass off." Dani sits down with a plate full of food.
"Are you going to eat all that?" the guy who came in with Demon asks Dani with a raised eyebrow, laughing as he fixes his plate.
"Yes, I'm going to eat all this. Did you not hear me say Kira can cook her ass off? an annoyed Dani questions, not taking her attention off her plate that is overflowing with food. “Who the fuck are you to question my eating habits anyway?"
"Language, Dani,” Demon says, pointing his fork toward the man. “This is Razor and if this shit is going to involve the club, he needs to be here." He places a forkful of food in his mouth. "Damn, this shit is good. I can't remember the last time I ate like this."
He groans and places another forkful in his mouth.
"Thanks. There is plenty more if you want some." I get up to grab his plate, but I'm stopped in my tracks.
"Kira, sit your ass down,” Dani snaps. “He's not Avery. Let him get his own shit.”
"Danielle, I have a habit. I'm trying, okay? Let me go get the pie." I excuse myself, pushing my chair out from the table and rushing out of the dining room.
I rush past her, making sure to bypass her hand reaching out for me.
"Shit! I'm sorry, Kira. I didn't mean to upset you."
"You made a pie too?" Razor continues to eat his food in disbelief, ignoring the outburst that just happened. "Damn, I hope my future wife is like that woman right there."
"Shut the hell up, Razor," Demon scolds, punching him in the arm.
Catching my breath when I enter the kitchen, I ultimately let my tears fall.
"Kira." Demon's deep baritone vibrates through my body, breaking me from my inner thoughts. My breath hitches when I turn around because he is closer than I expected.
He reaches out and wipes my tears away. I place my hands around his waist and lay my head on his chest for no other reason than to feel his arms around me, relishing in the woodsy scent of his cologne.
Shocked by my display of affection, his body stiffens, but then he gingerly wraps his arms around me, and I sigh.
"Everything is going to be okay. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He consoles me by rubbing his hands through my hair. "No more crying, okay?” He tightens his embrace, causing the pain to shoot across my torso. I flinch and move back.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry. Are you all right?"
I take a few deep breaths and nod my head. "Nothing a few painkillers can't cure." I laugh, trying to lighten the mood. When we return, Dani and Razor are waiting for us in the living room.
"Sis, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.” She grabs my hand and gives it a quick squeeze.
"I understand, Dani, but you know how I use to live. I have a few habits to break.” I kiss her on the cheek. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Sitting down on the couch beside Demon, I dread the upcoming conversation, but I need help. I need his help.
"So, tell me what the issue is and who you guys are running from, and we’ll go from there," Demon states, looking between Danielle and me. Long gone is the concern in his voice from a few minutes ago. Now, the Demon who is asking questions is the Demon I first met. The one who is stoic and shows no emotion on his face or in his voice. The gentle giant is replaced by the emotionless tattooed Greek God.
