“Now you’re just stalling, or evading.”
Ryker pulled back, taking his glorious heat and massive erection with him. “The next trial is tomorrow,” he said.
“Okay…”
“They normally have a break between the third and fourth, an intermission of sorts, but they’d decided to plow ahead. I wanted you to know.”
“Why? I’m your competition. Wouldn’t it be best to hide the information from me, so I miss the trial and you win by default?” And wouldn’t Chupey get this information anyway? Ryker didn’t need to personally relay the schedule change to me. It was almost as if he used it as an excuse to see me.
I narrowed my eyes. What was he up to?
Ryker tsked and shook his head. “I don’t want you to miss the trial, Sloane. I don’t want to win by default.”
“Why not?”
He leaned in. “I look forward to the competition.”
“You really do have issues.”
“Just say the word, Sloane, and I’ll show you some of them.” He winked and walked away, leaving me stuttering in the hallway, torn between running after him like some needy bitch and finding Chupey and food.
This time, my familiar and food won the internal debate. What scared me was how close I came to running after the demon. How close I came to saying yes.