Pan's Salvation by Shyla Colt Page A

relax.”
    She gulped.
    “Yeah, that made her more comfortable,” Pan mumbled. “Lark, I told you. We’re not Hell’s minions.”
    She nodded her head. Her interaction with bikers had been all negative…Sans Pan.
    “I want to look you in the eye when I ask you three questions. I want you answer each one honestly. If you lie, I’m going to know and we’ll have a problem. Trust me when I say…you don’t want that,” Demon instructed. “Can you keep your mouth shut?”
    “Yes.” She nodded her head.
    “Good. Is there anything about your past I need to know?”
    She paused, searching her memory. “I’m not the one with the checkered past.” Her heart
    dropped and she bowed her head. “It was my sister, Robin.”
    “One last thing. You plan on being loyal to my boy here? He’s putting a lot on the line for you. You going to hold him down?”

    It was a legit question. “Yes.” The answer was flying out of her mouth before she could think about it. The man had earned himself a place on her tiny list of people she’d go to bat for.
    She turned to him and found the shock she felt—mirrored in his blue eyes.
    “Alright then. You got my blessing, Pan. You know the rules. Make sure she knows them
    too, and we’re square. You know I like my ship to sail smoothly and I don’t like leaks or taking on water.”
    “Yeah, I know.” Pan nodded.
    “Glad we could have this talk. I expect your ass back in the shop, bright and early on
    Monday morning.”
    “I’ll be there.” Pan stood.
    Lark did the same. “Wait—that’s it?”
    Demon laughed. “What? You expected a torture session?”
    “No, I—I don’t know what I thought,” she admitted.
    “I like her, she’s honest,” Demon stated.
    “Yeah, me too,” Pan replied.
    His words resonated in her soul. He cared . This was about more than sex for him too.
    Whether they liked it or not, they were in over their heads and sinking deeper by the second.

    The knock made Pan frown. I’m not expecting anyone. He glanced down at the woman who’d just fallen asleep and quickly slipped from the bed. The funeral had done a real number on her. She’d spent the past week, sleeping off and on when she wasn’t crying, or silently going through memories in her head. He grabbed his gun from the nightstand, strode across the room and closed the door to the room quietly.
    As he walked down the hall, the knock came again. He picked up the pace and turned off his safety. He peered out the peephole and rolled his eyes. Monster. He opened the door and scowled. “What the hell are you doing, just showing up? I almost shot your ass.”
    “You’ve been M.I.A. I was worried.”
    “Didn’t Demon tell you I was off, taking care of some business?”
    “Maybe I wanted to see for myself.”
    “I’m not your responsibility, Monster. I’m a grown ass adult.”
    “I know that,” Monster snapped.
    “Really? Because it seemed like you’ve forgotten over the past few months.”
    “If you weren’t acting like a child. Maybe I wouldn’t have to.”
    “Listen new Daddy, you can take you parental emo shit and give it all to Tate.”
    “Don’t bring him into this.”
    “Why not? When Symone and Tate showed up, you changed.”
    “No. I started to live.”
    “Bullshit. Ragging on me is not living.”
    “Not wanting you to drink yourself to death has nothing to do with how our lives differ.”
    “Really? Then why is what I do suddenly not okay? You never had a problem with it before when you were right beside me.”
    “It got worse, we both know that.”
    “So, I went off on a bender or two and got a little wild. I just lost my partner in crime.”
    “Every damn night. I don’t even know how you manage to come into work most days. This
    is the healthiest I’ve seen you look and I’m sure that has everything to do with you being away on a mission for Demon.”
    “Fuck, when did you become so judgmental?” Pan spat.
    “I’m concerned, you stupid son of a bitch.