“Are you going to protect me?” he asked. Pretty sure there was a hint of humor in his voice.
“Hell yes, I am. I kill these things for fun on a boring Wednesday.”
That was when he laughed.
Not at me, but at the idea of facing down the terror that lurked in the dark corners of the night on any given hump day.
He laughed, and I fell a little more than in lustful liking with him.
A man who hadn’t a clue monsters existed, and he still laughed in the midst of a Class C shadow creeper attack? Hell, yeah. That was my kind of guy. The food bank and soccer s**t wasn’t horrible, either.
“You seriously have this?” he asked.
Without taking my eyes off the creeper, I replied, “Well, I wouldn’t be sad if a sword or a blowtorch spontaneously appeared, but yeah, I’ve got this.”
“Will this help?” Th
