Page 220 of Savior
“A lot can happen in the thirty minutes it would take him to get here, sweet one.” He sighs as if he’s bothered by the fact. “You know this.”
“Have you decided to hurt me, Legion? Hurt me, like you hurt Dean?” Before he can answer, I step towards him, brandishing what I wish was a real dagger, at his throat. The broom falls between us with a light clap upon the wood plank floor.
He only looks surprised for a second, barely even flinching, before he seems strangely pleased by my threat. “Broom fell… That means company’s coming.” He grins, gesturing towards the floor as if I’m not about to cut him. I don’t acknowledge his comment about the broom.
“It’s not in my nature to hurt anyone, or want to see anyone harmed. But you are not going to hurt me. My baby. Or Dean. The Queen protects her King. Don’t think for a moment, after what you did to Dean, after what you orchestrated at the cabin, that I’d hesitate to cut your wicked throat!”
Legion remains still, but I can see the pulse quickening in his neck as his pale eyes trail down the dagger, until they’re looking into mine. An unnerving feeling creeps up my spine as I realize, his elevated heart rate has little to do with fear of me slashing him. His stare isn’t angry, or revealing of any level of concern, at all. No… I recognize the flame behind his hard gaze. I’ve seen it in Dean’s eyes. It’s lustful desire. What I don’t understand… What I don’t want to understand, is why it’s making my heart beat faster as well.
“I believe you.” Legion growls, finally breaking the moment of tense silence between us. “I came here today, with a purpose, Vanna. One that you will soon come to understand.”
My phone rings on the desk again. It’s Dean. Legion lifts his hands in a placating gesture of surrender, taking a few slow steps back from me towards the white columns near the foyer. I shift my eyes off him for a brief moment, to grab my phone and swipe the answer call icon on the screen.
“Yes, he was just leaving.” I say, before Dean can say anything. I already know he checked the cameras when I didn’t answer his first call.
When I lift my eyes back to Legion, he’s already gone. The old door is wide open. Somehow, the bells didn’t even make a sound at his hasty departure. I’m alone in the shop now. And as I listen to Dean angrily go off about how my maternity leave starts right now, I make my way over to the door.
Shutting and locking it, for what may be the last time I ever do, I flip the little blue hours of operation sign, over to Closed...
