9. What. An. Idiot. （Kinda hot tho）
9
What. An. Idiot. (Kinda hot tho)
Kaine
I sat in the tree, twirling my knife in my hands as I watched the enferni bumble around below me. He seemed very lost. He glanced helplessly one way, took a step and then stopped, looking behind him.
He cursed, kicking a stump, and I grinned. It was kind of adorable, actually. Big, strong fire demon. Weakness? No sense of direction.
I leaned backwards, using the tip of my knife to try and dislodge something that was stuck in my teeth.
Could he be the ward I needed? I had seen the golden mark on his hand earlier and reacted without thinking— to thin the competition. Especially competition wearing religious garb. Healers like him usually licked the boots of Gods who commanded my eradication.
The thought warmed me; not of the Gods but the thought of licking. Enferni were very good at licking things.
I eyed him again, admiring his tall frame. Kill or keep? I could shoot him now, but he was a healer, so it would require more than one bolt to take him down. Plus, he had rushed in to help me earlier .
And Gods, he had almost melted when I flirted with him. The look he had given me left me no doubt I could have him eating out of my hand.
I pictured it, all six-foot-whatever of him kneeling in front of me, looking up with those doe-like eyes.
Please, sir, could I have some more?
Hmm.
Not quite right.
I redid the image, removing his shirt. Much better.
Mmm.
Who was I kidding? He was a beast who likely tore people apart as a hobby. In my experience, brutes didn’t beg on their knees—they got rather offended when you suggested it. Based on my not insignificant sample size, I had observed that it seemed to hurt their pride to submit to someone smaller. Ugh, I wanted to feel what it was like to have someone so powerful under my—preferably spiked—heel.
The issue was, he’d be able to tell I was maoferni. Shockingly, it was a lot harder to get someone to agree to our deals when they knew all the terms.
I sighed.
I’d have to miss out on seeing if I’d accurately guessed how much chest hair he had.
I glanced back at him. He had picked a route, and it was definitely not the right direction. Bless him.
Standing, I stretched, then started climbing down the tree. I needed to find a solution to my shelter problem. Finding a safe place to hunker down in the daylight had already slowed me down severely.
I spun my knife in my hand as I continued to think on the problem, but readied it as I heard a rustling sound ahead.
I smiled again as I saw what it was. My problems just might be solved.