Darkest Before Dawn (A Guardian's Diary Book 1) by Amelia Hutchins Read Free Book Online Page B

friggin’ figured that I’d find the only hot gay guy left on planet earth and it seemed only fitting that said gay guy thought I was a boy! Someone in hell was laughing pretty damn hard at my misfortune, I was sure of it.
    I shook my head and took a step closer to the window. The door was being chewed open, and I made a mental note to put an ASAP order on removing the dead, because we had enough crap to worry about. Wild animals putting us below them on the food chain was just not one of them.
    “I’m guessing you do speak, but for some reason, you won’t,” he tipped his head, and his blond hair met the sunrays. I tried to keep my eyes locked to his, I really did. However, they went to the golden strands, and it took effort not to remove my gloves and test their silkiness. “I don’t bite too hard.” He grinned as he moved closer to me.
    I tore my eyes from his hair and palmed the knife in my holster at my hip.
    “I wouldn’t try that,” he warned, but I was being backed into a corner, and I wanted out. “If you pull that, I will kill you.”
    Between the door being attacked by a hungry wolf, and him warning me about my impending doom, I was freaking out. He stepped closer, and I at the pulled the knife, only to find myself slammed against the wall. I cried out, and he stopped. His eyes widened as his hands made contact with my chest.
    “Fucking hell, if I didn’t know better, boy, I’d say you have a perfect set of breasts,” he grinned. He palmed them as his hands slid beneath the vest I wore. I growled, and took advantage of his brief distraction, pulling the knife. I held it against his throat, and then pressed harder when he just continued to grin at me.
    “Back up,” I said and continued to hold it against his flesh. “I said back up!”
    He did as I asked, but only a step or two.
    “You’re female, so why hide it? Why not use it to your advantage?” he asked without blinking.
    “And what? Become someone’s whore? Or be raped by some loser until nothing of me is left but some mindless, sobbing mess? No, I don’t think so,” I replied. It was sounding like the Cujo that was growling, slobbering, and clawing at the door had a few friends join him and they were trying to eat it now.
    “Remove the mask,” he purred.
    “Hey buddy, notice the knife?” I warned. Man, he was so not gay! I was trying to remember how to breathe while working my way to the window inconspicuously.
    “Yeah, I see the knife. Not worried about that. I’m more curious to see why you wear the mask? I’m thinking it’s because you’re scarred, or hideous?” His head shifted from side to side with curiosity trying to get a look behind the mask.
    I snorted. Seriously snorted and shook my head in disgust. Did he think he could goad me into removing it with that?
    “Hands up, or I’ll shoot!” Greta’s voice said from outside the window.
    The man slowly placed his hands on his head, but it looked like a sexy relaxed pose instead of a worried one. “That’s my cue,” I said, and smiled beneath the mask.
    “More of you masked ladies? I think I might like this town,” he grinned as he stepped back and I replaced the knife in the holster.
    “I wouldn’t stay here,” I warned, feeling cocky again.
    “You planning on kicking me out?” he asked, and for a brief moment, I caught a warning in his tone.
    I turned and looked at Greta, who had been stripped of her gun and was now between two beefy men. I went to reach for my knife, but I was pressed up against the wall, and my mask was lifted, baring only my lips. One moment I was about to scream, and the next, I was being kissed. By kissed, I mean it was curling my toes, and the moment his tongue pushed past my lips, I moaned. Hello Hussyland! I am your new leader. Follow me!
    His mouth was clean and tasted of mint. His kiss was soft and yet hard as he demanded I open my jaw wider to accept his kiss. I was lost in it, as if the world had been sucked down a black hole,