Wreaking Havoc (Demon Bound, #1)

by Grae Bryan

But Sascha knew Latin—one of the takeaways of boarding school, along with how to give and receive furtive blow jobs after hours—and this wasn’t it.

Oh God, was he under attack? Had Ivan’s stupid enemies found him and now instead of stabbing him they were going to give him a heart attack via haunted house special effects?

“My enemies aren’t here.” Sascha laughed at the thought, walking over to his dresser and grabbing a fresh stack of clothing, a pair of leggings and an oversize sweater he wouldn’t be caught dead in outside the house. “Where are they?” Kai asked. “I don’t know.” “Who are they?” “I’m not sure.” “Why are they after you?” “Oh!” Sascha snapped his fingers. “I know this one. My brother pissed them off.”

Or maybe the problem was all the tempting thoughts Sascha had brought up with his talk of being pampered. His definition was so lacking it made Kai want to rectify the situation. Sascha thought money and a lack of responsibility made him so? What of being brought the freshest kills? Having his naked form draped in the brightest furs of the demon realm? Being bathed in warm rivers and massaged with fine oils?