One Hell of a Guy: The Cambion Trilogy, Book 1 by Tammi Labrecque Page B

he’d had four of them replaced with a small sleeping area located behind a pair of folding doors at the rear of the plane.
    Not that he’d told her that — she’d gone weirdly skittish on him and might have bolted if he’d said the word bed .
    And wasn’t that the craziest thing? He was turning out to be every bit as predictable as any human; show him something he couldn’t have, and he wanted it desperately. But who could blame him? For one thing, she was literally the first woman to ever tell him no, and for another she was … well, she was herself. And there was something in her odd mix of bravado and vulnerability that pulled at heartstrings he hadn’t realized he still had.
    Maybe he’d been a little too ready to buy into Vivienne’s assertion that he was a monster. He was, after all, only half -monster. Maybe it was time to remember the other half mattered too.
    He stood and walked past her to the galley, thinking he might make himself a cup of coffee. They still had a good hour before landing, and watching her sleep was making him drowsy as well.  
    He was so busy thinking about how much more pleasant this trip would be if they were curled up in the bed together, he nearly stepped on Pusboil, who was sprawled out on the floor of the galley, looking even grayer than usual.
    “What the — get up!” he whispered, prodding the imp with his shoe. “What are you doing here?”
    Pusboil opened one watery red eye and let out a piteous moan. “Watching the girl,” it rasped. “Kind of. In between heaves.”
    “What do you mean, heaves ?” Sebastian asked.
    “I’m not supposed to travel this way,” Pusboil whined. “I’m sick.”
    “You’re sick,” Sebastian said. “You’re motion sick? From the plane?”
    “Yes, and I’ve been nice enough to go gack in the bathroom every time, so you’re welcome.”
    “Yeah, thanks. Now get the hell out,” Sebastian said. “You’re not supposed to be here. My mother amended your contract.”
    “Yeah, I’m not allowed to watch the two of you rutting or whatever,” Pusboil said with distaste. “Thanks for bringing it up, like I wasn’t already nauseous enough.”
    “We’re not — the point is, you don’t need to watch her when I’m around.”
    “And you’re gonna be with her 24 hours a day, every minute, no matter what she’s doing?” the imp challenged. “Look, you go behind a door with her, I’m staying on this side of it. I don’t care what you get up to. But I’m bound to watch her any time she’s not doing something … private with you and I am not going to breach contract with your mother — are you crazy?”
    “You can’t be here. What if she wakes up?”
    “She won’t be able to see me properly anyhow,” the imp said petulantly.
    “And how am I going to explain to her why I let some mangy cat in here to puke all over the plane?” Sebastian asked. “For the love of all that’s unholy, get the hell out of sight, you idiot. She’ll have to walk right through here to get off the plane.”
    “Go where? I’m not gonna go chum up to the pilot,” the imp said, wrapping its legs around its own head and rocking back and forth. “Can’t you tell your mother to release me? What do you need me to look after the girl for anyway? You already spend all your time looking at her yourself.”
    It had a point.
    “I will talk to my mother, yes, but for now can you just go in the back and hide?” Sebastian poked his head out to check on Lily; she was still sleeping soundly. “She’s asleep, just go and get under the bed.”
    The imp gave him a look like he’d taken leave of his senses.
    “ We’re not going in there, okay? Just … go, hide. You can follow us to the hotel once we land.”
    “Fine,” the imp said, “but if I get the heaves, someone’s gonna be cleaning under the bed. And they’re not going to like it.”

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    “Lily, wake up.”
    She swatted away the hand the first time it touched her cheek, but the second