Page 9 of Demon Rider

He is not mine, so I have no say.

“Baby, I need you.” The stubborn woman tries again.

“Not your ‘baby,’ so just fucking stop.”

Tyson’s gaze meets mine, his eyes carrying a ounce of worry that I caught this woman touching him, but the jealousy linger just below the surface. I want to pull her hair out, but I know I have no right. Fuck, I only meet him an hour ago.

She looks into the room, a smile on her bright red lips, as she looks me up and down.

“Oh, you brought a dirty stray home. You are such a good Reaper, Tyson.” It is like a bomb going off when her had touches his arm.

“Stop fucking touching me.” he snaps so fucking loud, she yelps and steps back scared.

I hear her heels clattering as she runs away, and I sigh when he steps back into the room, like I can finally breathe easy again.

“Sorry about that.”

I shrug. “Not my business.” I gently pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arm around them.

“I will leave some pain medicine out for you, just take when you need something if it gets too much. But from what I can see and have been told you were incredibly lucky, honey.”

He pats my shoulder and leaves, with a chin lift to Tyson.

“You good?”

"I should be freaking out right now," I admitted quietly. "After everything that happened."

"Yeah, probably."

I snorted. "Thanks. Real comforting."

"Just being honest." He grins, and damn he is hot.

"The weird part is...I’m not. Not sure how the fuck to explain it.”

"No?" I shook my head at him. "Why is that?"

I shrug again. Finding the right words to explain how I am feeling when I don’t know myself. To have met a man less than an hour ago, and feel this intense need to be close to him is baffling to me, it is not something I have ever felt before so why him.

His gaze lingered on me, long enough to make my stomach twist.

"You don't have to keep watching me." I look away, studying the medical poster on the wall. Is that an STI poster? Ew.

"Yeah, I do."

"Why?"

“Because I feel it too.” His answer came immediately.

My eyes widen, my body goes hot from the inside out. What does that mean? The questions rolls around my head like a crashed NASCAR on a track.

“Umm.” I mumble.

“You will know soon enough.” I brushes the hair from cheek, and I grimace at how I must look. “How about that shower?” he asks.

“God, yes.” I moan, my body sagging in relief.

Tyson’s eyes flash black, then bac to normal before I can blink? What the hell? My breath hitches at the sight, then he is moving closer. After what I saw him do you would think I would be okay with the back eyes, but it almost changes his face into something else.