Page 13 of Sweet Surrender
He grabbed his phone when he was fully dressed. Knight still didn’t turn around even though he had to know Saint was done dressing now.
“You can turn around,” he said, finding himself blushing for some odd reason.
Knight’s wings undulated and he spun around again. Saint was once again hit with the realisation that Knight was real, he was a demon, and he was currently sitting cross-legged on his bed. What-in-the-actual-fuck.
For a moment, he felt ugly and self-conscious in his ill-fitting security guard uniform, but quickly buried the feelings, trying to convince himself he didn’t care how he looked. And especially not to a freaking demon. Who was here strictly for business purposes, anyway.
He searched up a rabbit, then shoved the phone in Knight’s face. “That’s a rabbit.”
Knight squinted adorably at the screen, red eyes flashing. “Why does the description say it’s a bunny?”
“It can also be called a bunny.”
“Which do you prefer?”
Saint’s breath stuttered. “Neither.”
“Liar.” Saint bit the inside of his cheek. “I’d like to see it to scale.”
He sighed long-sufferingly, even though he really didn’t mind. In fact, Knight’s almost childlike curiosity was annoyingly endearing.
He found a picture of someone holding a bunny up to their chest, then showed it to Knight.
“Hm.” Knight looked at the picture, then up at Saint, then the picture, then up at Saint again. Saint was blushing, his pulse already skittering before Knight’s lips curled as he said, “I see the resemblance.”
Saint scoffed, turning away to hide the helpless, amused curve of his mouth as he shoved his phone into the trouser pocket of his uniform.
“Are you hungry? Just to warn you, I’ve only got oats and bread for breakfast.”
“I’m not hungry at all, thank you. And for future reference, demons don’t eat like humans do.”
Saint glanced at him as he began to get his breakfast ready. “You don’t? How do you eat then? Matter of fact, whatdoyou eat?”The still beating hearts of innocent children?The stray thought nearly had Saint laughing hysterically.
“Demons feed on emotion.”
Saint blinked. “Ah.” He frowned. “How does that work?”
“Skin to skin contact.” Knight grinned ferally.
Saint’s eyes narrowed. “Is that true?”
Knight laughed. “No. It makes the feeding faster, but it is not required. Feeding is also automatic and subconscious, like breathing.”
“Huh.”
Saint quickly finished his food. He felt terribly self-conscious for not having a TV or something, anything to keep Knight occupied while he went about his day. He did have his banged-up laptop, but he didn’t know if he trusted Knight with it. The demon had some wicked looking claws, and would he know how to work the device, anyway?
He stumbled when he headed for the door and Knight abruptly left the bed, floating over to his side.
“Oh, uh—” Saint began, panicking.
Knight raised a questioning eyebrow.
“I just—I assumed you’d stay here? I thought maybe I’d summon you if I needed you?”
Knight stared at him, lips twitching. “So, you find out you’re being followed, and decide this is the perfect time to get down on your knees wherever you are to draw a summoning circle—”
“I can just call you, can’t I?” Saint interrupted, cheeks hot. “With the ...” He waved his hand at his chest. He didn’t know what to call it, the invisible thread that connected him to Knight. A tether? Bond?
