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Haziel cleared her throat and looked like she’d rather fly headfirst into a hurricane. “Yes.”
News to him, and Wrath perked up. She liked his body and his eyes. He silently willed Ava to stay on her current line of questioning.
“What about those strong thighs?” Ava murmured. “Do you like those too?”
“I do,” Haziel squeaked. “Wrath is very attractive.”
Well, well, well, apparently, he wasn’t the only one having inappropriate thoughts.
“You know,” Ava whispered, “those strong thighs of his help him drive that thick, long?—”
“Ava!” Crap, Ava was going to make him blush at this rate. “Is this really necessary? You know why she’s here. You’re angry with me, not her.”
“You’re right.” Ava released Haziel and spun away from her and closer to him. “Sweet Haziel here has done nothing to me. Whereas you.” She closed the distance between them and jabbed him in the chest with a sharp fingernail. “You made a fool out of me.”
“No, he didn’t,” Haziel said.
Ava glared at her. “Yes, he did.”
“No.” Haziel shook her head, her face a study in honesty. “You’re not a fool. Thus, nobody could make a fool of you.”
Ava opened her mouth and shut it again. She stared at Haziel with far less malice as she said, “I think I like you.”
“I’m likable.” Haziel shrugged. “Unless you ask me if your ass looks fat in something and it really does, because then I’ll have to tell you that.” She flinched. “Not that your ass looks fat or ever could.”
This time when Ava laughed it was genuine amusement. “I’ve changed my mind. I know I like you.”
And with that, Ava’s posture relaxed, her eyes lost their dangerous glitter, and her tone changed. “So, what are the two of you doing here?”
“Could you?” Haziel indicated her bound wrists. “We really do need to talk, and my hands are going numb.”
Ava snapped her fingers.
Her demons leapt to obey, and Wrath found himself unbound and confused as fuck about what had just happened. One minute, Ava had been clawing at them like a cat with its favorite scratching post, and now she was motioning them to follow her out of the ostentatious throne room to what he knew was her much more comfortable sitting room to one side of it. Huh! Haziel might have her uses after all.
Haziel slid up beside him as they followed Ava. “You should apologize to her.”
“What?” He already knew he should, but somehow Haziel telling him to do so made him want to do the opposite. Although, that was a fairly good example of how he handled most beings who tried to tell him what to do.
“You hurt her.” Haziel turned those compelling green eyes on him. “And the least you can do is let her know you’re sorry for doing so.”
He didn’t like how much sense that made, so he played for time. “Maybe I’m not sorry.”
“Yes, you are.” Haziel gave him a reproachful stare. “You’re bad tempered, but you’re not nasty.”
“And you’re so sure of that?” It irked him that she saw him so clearly.
Haziel smiled, and it made him want to thump his chest and strut around like a peacock. “I’m sure.”
“And you’re also sure that you like my body,” he said. He wouldn’t be him if he crumpled in the face of a challenge, and Haziel had been winning far too many of their verbal sparring matches for his liking.
“Yes,” she said through a tight jaw. “And before you go there, I also like your blue eyes and your thighs.”
Heat shot down his spine and curled around his abdomen. “What else do you like about me, Haziel?”
“I like your sense of humor.” She grinned at him. “And I really, really like your ass.”
Chapter Eleven
