Page 21 of Satan's Spawn

I can tell he’s genuine about his statement, but for some reason it still isn’t comforting. Especially as I glance down at his very impressive Rolex.

“Appreciate that, thanks.”

Now that he’s mentioned it, maybe I can take him up on his services before my freaking bladder bursts.

“Actually, you think I can use you right now? I can’t remember where the heck the bathrooms are.”

He lets out a deep chuckle. “I guess I’m not very good at my job, then.”

My eyes widen. “Oh, no. That’s not true at all.” I shake my head vigorously, about to ramble on with damage control when Archer bursts out into a fit of laughter.

“Damn, girl. I’m kidding.” He waves me over. “C’mon I’ll take you to ’em.”

I stand, looking back at Hendrix. “You need to go?”

“All good. I’ll be finding a place to hide so I can smoke a cigarette.”

“And I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Archer says before gesturing for me to follow him.

Walking toward the doors leading to the gym, Archer holds one open and gestures for me to go in first.

I smile a thanks as I cross the threshold, coming smack in the face with the huge basketball court we viewed earlier.

“Luckily for you, there are bathrooms right by the gym lockers.”

Oh, thank fuck.

Walking across the court, we come to another set of doors, which Archer makes sure to hold open again like a gentleman, allowing me to pass.

I find a banner at the top of the wall which reads “Riverside Royals”, along with the face of a ferocious lion wearing a crown. Right underneath the angry bastard is a sign on a metal door that reads “Women’s bathroom.”

“Here you go, milady.” Archer elegantly bows, the silliness of his nature offering a glimmer of hope not everyone here will be a shit.

“Back in a jiff.” I scurry off, about to push the door but it jerks open before I can, leaving me to topple forward.

And land into something extremely hard.

Better yet,someone.

I look up to find sapphire eyes peering down at me, so intense they prickle my skin.

Taking a step back, I run my hands through my hair to gather my composure, half waiting for an apology or even concern if I’m okay.

His chest is like cement for Pete’s sake.

I get nothing.

Except for a scowl marring this stranger’s face as he takes in my appearance. All the way from my brown flip flops to the long platinum locks I’m smoothing out.

His hair is light, too, buzzed short on all sides. In fact, the only dark feature on this guy is the large black goat tattoo at the front of his neck. It’s creepy and unusual, not to mention the horns taking up both sides of his neck.

Pronounced cheekbones complement the angular jaw sharpening as his gaze halts on the hint of cleavage around my bust. It makes me instinctively fold my arms to cover myself.

I draw my attention to his tie flung lazily around his neck, and then the shirt half opened and untucked revealing a white muscle tank underneath. It’s as if he’s in the midst of getting ready for the day.

Which I find insanely odd since he’s coming out of thegirlsbathroom.

“Hey, you okay?” Archer appears at my side, looking me over.