[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme glared at Cason as he spoke, a fire still burning within her blue eyes. She raised a brow when he told her she couldn’t just shoot people. Well, he wasn’t a normal person; he was a demon, and she knew a shot to the head wouldn’t kill him even if she would have liked it to at that moment. She almost smirked as he tried to dislodge the bullet from his head, but held it back as he continued talking. The fact she woke up in an unfamiliar room, alone with him and having him hold her so close to him, infuriated her. She hardly knew him and still didn’t trust him fully, even if he made sure she was safe. 

As he stepped towards her, she gripped her gun, her finger hovering over the trigger. She still felt tempted to shoot him again. Her eyes narrowed as he spoke about not doing anything to her. He may not have, but that still didn’t answer her question. As he took her gun from her hand and slammed it on the table, it was all she could do to keep herself from punching him in the face. “Why the hell wouldn’t I shoot you?!” she yelled at him. “I woke up to find myself in your arms and held close!” She clenched her fists as she continued to glare at him, then turned to the side slightly. “You may feel you owe me for helping Annabeth, but that still doesn’t explain why I woke up on your lap and in your arms!” 

Esme pushed past him before the urge to punch him got the best of her, although it probably would have made her feel a little better. She knew the gunshot had to have been heard by the whole hotel, and it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking on or busting through the door from it. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. She heard a couple pieces of glass hit the carpet from the action. Her emotions were already getting the better of her. Anger and sadness always hit her the strongest when she experienced them.