The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz #1)(85)

"Ro," the bartender said, hanging up, "get a move on. The bar needs to open for real and we need to get the window replaced."

Rohan stalked over to my jacket, one hand held across my chest.

"This is no time for your cheap thrills," I informed him.

"They bounce. You need a better bra."

"They bounce because they're real. That's what women's boobs do." I adjusted his stupid balls again shaking out his leg in my attempt to make everything lay properly.

"You're going to chafe them," Rohan said. "Men's genitals are very sensitive. Unlike some who require a battering ram."

Baring his teeth at him, I tugged on his cock. He winced, but I did too at the pain that spiked through me. Spectacular backfire.

A sharp whistle cut through our hostility. Drio muscled between us like a ref at a boxing match. "You two need to go back to the hotel and stay there."

Rohan tried to argue the point, but I agreed with Drio. I didn't want any unnecessary further harm to my meatsack and I didn't trust Rohan to take proper care of it. Rohan's-my-eyes spat electricity. A spark landed on the sweater I'd worn this morning.



       
         
       
        

I slapped at it before it could do any actual damage but in my anxiety, I triggered one of his finger blades. It slit the fabric, drawing a fine line of blood along my actual body's skin.

Rohan hissed in pain and jerked his arm away. My arm. The arm of the body he was in. Both of us limited to feeling sensations in the form that we were each trapped in.

We glared daggers at each other.

"You're both too much of a disaster to be out and about. I'll take charge of finding the demons so we can switch you back." Drio shoved us toward the door.

The bartender, Mirek, drove us back to the hotel. I took the front seat, forcing Rohan to crawl into the back. Petty pleasure since it was a two-door Citroen.

I followed Rohan back to his suite. "You got any food?"

"If you eat, I eat." Jeez, he made me sound pissy.

"Forget it." I sat down on the couch, pulling his long legs in to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, his chin propped on top.

Rohan leaned back against his chair with my legs extended carelessly, and my arms crossed over my chest. Dude managed to take up a lot of room with my slender self.

I ran his hands over his arms, feeling his biceps tense and the light sprinkling of hair. I'd felt them with my hand many times, but it was weird and fascinating to feel them with his.

Rohan stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"To your room." He shook my head. "Watching myself is wrong. No masturbating," he ordered, one hand on the doorknob.

"Huh?"

He pointed at his crotch. "I know you, Nava. You'll be all over that the second this door closes." It hadn't occurred to me to do that, but now I was curious. "I'm serious," he snarled in my voice. "I'll know." He smiled innocently. "Unlike you."

"Fine," I spat.

He slammed the door behind him.

Great. Given Rohan's mood, who knew what condition I'd get myself back in? He'd probably cut off all my hair or something just to spite me. I hadn't had a chance to have our talk, either. I couldn't call anyone, couldn't do anything. I paced the room like a caged animal, catching sight of him in the oval mirror mounted on one wall.

I was invisible. Sure, I existed but where was the proof? Where had been the proof of me on this entire trip? I'd been playing a role and now it had swallowed me. Nava was gone. I glanced in the mirror. Literally. His chest tightened. I waved his arms over his head, but that did nothing against my escalating sense of panic. Being outside my body was seriously screwing me up.

There was a knock at the door. I ran to open it, praying it was Drio with good news. 

It was Lily.

"Are you all right? You look pale," she said.

I stared at her unable to find my voice. Which wasn't mine at all.

"Ro?"

I cleared Rohan's throat, wanting to tell her this wasn't a good time, come back later but Lily took the sound for permission to enter. I shut the door, wishing I could bash Rohan's brains against the wood instead of enduring this social call.

Lily sat down. She picked at a cuticle, her eyes staring off to the side, her words rushed. "I know that our first attempt at dating didn't work. But being with you again? It's so easy."

I gripped the top of the sofa. Lily was here to have the "let's get back together" talk. I didn't hear much of what she said after that. Her words blurred over me like Charlie Brown wah wah wahs.

At some point I found that I'd sat down. That I was nodding along.