The Daemon's Disguise (Sequel to He Was A Dog + previously Out There)

Out There (Sequel to He Was A Dog) - Chapter 11

Chapter 12:

India:

“So this fiancée,” I said flatly, “what’s she like?”

Bruno groaned beside me, pushing his hands against his face as though I was asking him the worst question in the world. Well, if that was how he felt about his beloved, then what the hell was he doing with her? If we just ignored the fact that she was the spawn of all evil, then I was sure she was a perfectly love-

No, she was a bitch. I was glad he regretted his choice.

“I get that you’re mad,” he began. “But I was going to tell you about her.”

Oh, here we went. The oldest line in the book. For an extraordinary bloke, he seemed to come out with the most clichéd statements. As if he was going to mention her. As if he was going to bring her up when he had been so intent on getting into my knickers.

“Before or after you’d wined and dined me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Bruno leaned back, wincing slightly. Well, if they were looking for an Ice Queen in the Realm, I was obviously the best person for the job. I leaned back against the headboard of the bed, dully wondering when Isaac was going to come back and get us.

“Okay, so I wasn’t going to tell you,” he muttered, crossing the room to the window and jiggling the locks. Like he was going to get it open; Isaac had was a Daemon, of course he’d have thought of a little thing like window lo-

“Hey!” Bruno suddenly exclaimed, prising the window open and peering down. “They aren’t so smart now, are they?”

Trying not to think of all the things wrong with his sentence structuring, I shuffled off of the bed and hurried over to the window. I was torn; I knew that Isaac obviously had a reason for keeping us in here, but at the same time, I needed to be the one to keep Elijah safe. And-

“We’re about a million storeys high!” I shouted, my vision hazing slightly as I looked down at the ground, which appeared to be miles away. Somehow, Isaac had stowed us away on the top of a high rise by the looks of it!

“We could tie the bedsheets together?” Bruno tried lamely, casting a glance over at the pristinely made bed.

“What are you? Six?”

Bruno made a face before furiously slamming the window shut, the force making some of the pictures on the wall rattle. I watched as he stormed towards the door, ramming his fists against the hardwood and shouting in fury. When he had calmed, he merely rested his forehead there, absently tapping, as though waiting for someone to tap back.

“Things haven’t been great between myself and Ingrid,” Bruno murmured, not looking at me. “I just thought…I foolishly thought that I could find something in you, that was lacking in her.” So in essence, he wanted sex with me whilst being engaged to the “love of his life”. Fantastic. That was the last time I wore a tight skirt to the office. God only knew how many other office minions had been lusting with their seedy thoughts.

“I’m not a toy,” I retorted, staring incredulously at him from my position near the window. “I’m not some toy you can pick up and throw away when you’re bored! Or do people like you not understand that concept!”

Sailing close to the wind, India.

“You think you’ve got me all mapped out, don’t you?” Bruno replied scathingly, slowly turning to look at me. “You think that you have me read and stamped.”

I said nothing, preferring to just harbour my thoughts to myself. I did know Bruno. I knew my Bruno. But this man in front of me was not Bruno. And it killed me to pretend that he was. Because at the moment, I was starting to believe that I would never spend another day with my Bruno ever again. And that was why it was so important that I got back to Elijah; losing him as well might just be the tipping point.