Den of delinquents

EVANGELINE.

"The den of delinquents?" I quizzed as I walked with him. "Really? Why did I think this was going to be a normal birthday party? I mean, it's You."

"Right?" Axel said without looking at me. His gaze was fixed on Mike as we went down the hall. "Why would I ever attend a party as ordinary as this?" He finally turned to me, a smug grin on his face, then he said to me, reassuringly. "Don't worry, my little butterfly. You're safe with me."

Why did that even make me more terrified than I was in the beginning? "Sure," I rolled my eyes. "I feel so safe that I could die. On the other hand, I'm not being led to a traffic ring, am I?"

"Bold of you to think…" He looked down at me, squinting a little.."Well, you're…worthy of being trafficked, but I'd like you for myself so…"

Ugh! "Can you be less flirty?"

"Depends," He shrugged, keeping his gaze intact. "Do YOU want me to be less flirty?" Axel's orbs bored into mine, then his gaze fell to my neck, then up to my face, again, and I swear