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

It had gone deep with fury, and his eyes —
    His eyes were red. Glowing. Red.
    Wifebeater moved his mouth, perhaps attempting to produce the apology that had been demanded of him, but nothing came out.
    From the other direction there was a rustling sound, and Lily and Sebastian both turned to see the other woman attempting to get the tatters of her clothes to cover her. Sebastian stretched out his arm, put his hand on her shoulder. “Stay there,” he said roughly.
    The woman went stiff and stopped moving.
    Sebastian turned back to Lily.
    “Did he put his hands on you?” he asked her, and it took her a minute to understand what he’d asked, the words were that close to a growl.
    “Y - Yes —” she stammered. His eyes. What the hell was going on with his eyes?
    With the hand that wasn’t holding him immobile, he reached out and broke Wifebeater’s wrist. Just … snapped it. Like a twig. The man screamed, a long, terrified sound, cut short when Sebastian shook him like a mother cat shaking a kitten by the neck.
    Then Sebastian broke his other wrist.
    This time shaking him didn’t stop his screaming, so Sebastian settled the matter by hurling him against the same wall he’d used to dispatch Black Sweatshirt, with much the same result: unconscious would-be rapist in a pile at the base of the wall.
    With all four threats removed, Sebastian seemed momentarily at a loss, then he took a step toward her. “Are you okay?” he asked.  
    “Your eyes,” she said. “Your eyes are glowing.”
    He closed them, took a deep breath, let it out, opened them.
    They were still glowing.
    “I’m sure it’s the light,” he said.
    She felt a high-pitched, frantic giggle bubble up out of her and barely recognized her own voice.
    “They’re glowing ,” she said, and shook her head when he took another step toward her. “Don’t touch me.”
    He looked sad — how could someone look sad when they had glowing eyes and had just destroyed four human beings in the span of sixty seconds? — and turned to the other woman. She didn’t object when he approached her so he went in close, speaking softly, putting a hand on her shoulder again, but more gently this time.
    Maybe she was too traumatized to notice the eyes thing, or to care about the violence she had just witnessed — but Lily didn’t think so. Sebastian had done something to her, something to make her stand there like a mannequin when by all rights she should have already been twenty blocks away.
    Lily could hear him murmuring to the woman but couldn’t make out the words. The growling rumble of his voice seemed to be easing, though; he sounded more like himself every second. The woman nodded, seemed to be listening.
    Then she put her face in her hands and started to cry.
    Sebastian pulled off his coat — a coat which Lily happened to know had cost something in the neighborhood of two thousand dollars — and wrapped it around the woman, buttoning it at the collar as gently as any mother had ever bundled a child into a jacket.
    He finished saying whatever he was saying to her, and tucked her hair behind her ear. She looked up at him and Lily’s heart tripped a little — the naked gratitude was hard to watch.
    Finally, the woman walked off — with Sebastian’s coat, Lily noted — and Sebastian approached Lily.
    “Let’s go back to the hotel,” he said, softly. “I won’t touch you.”
    “What was that?” she said, shaking — still pressed against the wall where she’d almost been violated, because at least it was rock solid. The whole rest of her life felt like it was on shifting sand right now.
    “Can we just go back to the hotel?” he said. “We can talk there, I promise, but I’d really like to be anywhere but here right now.”
    She looked at the crumpled bodies around them — Baggy Shorts had managed to evacuate the alley at some point but the other three were still down — and nodded, shortly. “Okay.”
    She followed him back to the Venetian