Page 9 of Devil Bound
I hadn’t wanted to take the books for showering, but it would have been wrong to let perfectly good romance novels go to waste.Additionally, I needed something to occupy my mind while I was following Nelly more routinely.
I’d just picked out a manhwa Trony had found for me last night when he’d gone home from the police building, and I’d casually watched his apartment for a while—not for very long, but the manhwa was explicit, and I didn’t want to drive while hard rods were inserted into soft holes.
Then, just when they’d climaxed together, I thought it was finally time.I thought Nelly was going to go to my place, knock, and ask me—beg me—to allow him to fellate me.Him leaving his building in the middle of the night sure made it seem likely, because why else would he do that?
I’d dropped the manhwa to follow him, ready to double park and teleport to the door to welcome him into my bed, but no.
He’d taken several wrong turns before I admitted to myself that he wasn’t going to see me.In the end, he’d ended up near a building site.The place looked like a flooded sinkhole in the ground under the construction lights the police had brought along with them.
“Not his secret necromancer lair then.”
I put the car in park and reached for another book from the bag, looking forward to reading in the dark, glad I didn’t need light to do it.I settled in while rain slicked my windshield, obstructing my view of the goings-on at what was apparently a fresh crime scene.
While Nelly was out there playing in the mud, I finished the entire book and the first three chapters of another.Both the manhwa and the novel had featured characters getting sick from being in the rain, and I was looking forward to that.Once Nelly was sick, all I’d need to do was be there when he fainted from his fever, at which point I’d be able to carry him home and put him in my bed.
I ached to do that now.I ached to at least hop out of the car and walk right up to him, see if he remembered my name or not.If it was amnesia after all, if he’d not returned to my door because of memory loss, things would simply make so much more sense.
Either way, when I looked up from the end of chapter three, Lionel was talking to some fucking human, and then they were shaking hands and continuing their conversation.
The human wassmiling.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”I tossed the book back into the bag and leaned over the steering wheel.“Walk away.Just walk away, Nelly.”
They were still talking.The fucking human kept on smiling.At Lionel.
Presumably, there were already dead people in that hole.If I hadn’t been positive they’d call Nelly in to talk to this human if he ended up dead, I would have risked tossing him into the hole too.
I let out a long breath when they finally went their separate ways, Nelly heading to his car, the human fucking off to wherever the fuck humans fucked off to when they were done fucking around with what they shouldn’t fuck around with.
When Nelly took off his shoes and decided to walk through the rain in nothing but socks, I smiled.
“Looks like he’s running a fever already, poor thing.Doesn’t even know what he’s doing.”
I made sure to follow close behind his car.
Nelly was going shopping.Wearing only socks.
I followed him up the escalators.I liked escalators, especially the ones going up, because they made it easy for people to look at me and admire what they were seeing.Unfortunately, my audience this early in the day consisted of some hungover person and a lady emptying the trash cans.
Nelly also drew attention.He’d done something to his socks that made them noisy on the polished floor, and one of the shopkeepers craned their neck to look after him as he made a beeline for a coffee shop.I stayed back at a bookstore that was conveniently located for me to keep an eye on both him and what they had on display.
“Hmm.”
A bookseller walked over to me, a smile on her face, her apple cheeks rouged by desire.
“Those are our romance reads.Anything in particular you’re looking for?”she asked sweetly.
I turned my head to show off how my hair had fluffed up with the humidity.
“I don’t think you have what I need,” I said, looking up at Nelly as he smiled at the frowning coffee person.At least they had the decency not to smile back.
“I can order what you want if you have a special request.Do you want to come inside and tell me?”
The bookseller sounded hopeful, and I breathed out in relief.Hopeful was the right reaction for a human to have when I was talking to them.Asking me to come inside was the right reaction for a human to have when they saw me.
And yet, the necromancer.How many corpses would it take for him to get on his knees in front of me?
As I contemplated that thought, Nelly set off with an unreasonably large cup of coffee in his hand.
