Page 3 of Hell on Earth
“Yep,” shereplied.
Shifting the deer, she somehow managed to lift it onto her back. Turning back to me, she gave me a smug smile as she stuck out a hip. My gaze drifted to where the weight of the deer pulled her shirt back to emphasize her breasts. Bark broke off beneath my hands as images of cupping those breasts flashed through my mind. They’d fill my hand as I bent to lick her nipples until they stood out from her body. Then, I’d run my tongue across the hardened buds before scraping my teethoverthem.
I tore my attention away from her breasts and back to her face. Her cheekbones were high, her mouth full and a soft pink color. Her chin had a small point to it, giving her a stubborn look that matched herpersonality.
I wanted to run my hands over every inch of her—while she would prefer to shoot me with her arrow. She wouldn’t brush the hair back from my forehead after shooting me through the heart. No, she’d cut my head from my body to make sure she’d completedthejob.
“It will make an excellent meal,” Itoldher.
“It will,” shereplied.
The deer hadn’t bled much, but I detected the coppery tang of its blood on the air when the breezeshifted.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a hand with it?” Iinquired.
“Not from you, demon,” sheretorted.
“I do haveaname.”
“I know,” she replied with her usual aplomb. “I don’t care touseit.”
“I see.” Releasing the branch, I dropped thirty feet and landed noiselessly on the ground. “If we’re working together now, you should call me by my name. You call the others who came with me by theirnames.”
Wariness flashed across her features when I stepped toward her. I'd never seen her fear anything before, not evenKobal.
“Don’t take offense, demon; I don’t use the names of the new Wilders who join us either. They may have survived this long out here, but I never know how long they’ll last with us. If they make it more than three months, then I stop calling them ‘new guy’ or ‘newgirl.’”
“So next month you’ll start usingmyname?”
“Probablynot.”
“And whyisthat?”
“Because I don’tlikeyou.”
“Liar,” Iteased.
She shifted her weight and adjusted the deer on her shoulders. “I think lying is a demon’s specialty,notmine.”
“I can assure you that demons are not liars. Most of us are brutallyhonest.”
“Isthatso?”
“It is,” Iconfirmed.
“Good for you. Would you like a treat for yourhonesty?”
I grinned at her. “Only if you’re thetreat.”
A muscle in her jaw twitched. She’d most likely try to kill me in my sleep one of these days, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop myself fromteasingher.
ChapterThree
Corson
The talons, which were a part of my skeletal structure, slid silently from the backs of my hands as I released them from my body. At nearly a foot long, they almost touched the ground while I walked toward her. Wren showed no response to them. She’d seen me use them multiple times since we’d started our journey into the Wilds, but no matter what she thought of me, she knew I wouldn’t use them on her. I wouldn’t have released them if I’d believed they wouldupsether.
“I could gut and skin that deer for you without a problem,” I offered, hoping to distract her from our conversation by helping her. I lifted one hand and held my hand before my face. The white talons shone in the sunlight filtering through the trees. “These will make quick work of itforyou.”
