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Edan snagged my forearm, yanking me off the stool and up against his broad chest. I felt his cock through his jeans because it was hard as hell. Edan got off on a good fight; the Fire Wraith was impulsive and hot-blooded.

He grabbed my chin, but his fingers were gentle. “I want you. Right fuckin’ now.” His graveled voice was deep. “You owe me.”

Whoa. Time to cool his cucumber. “I used you. The sex was good, but not that good. Be pissed and hurt and spit fire, but that’s the truth.” The second lie tumbled from my lips easily. The sex had been great, and he’d given me more than he knew. He had shown me that not every man would hurt me out of anger. Despite his fiery attitude, Edan would never harm me physically. And that was why I felt guilty about using him to help Balen.

His hand dropped from my chin. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”

“You just called me a bitch and a slut. I don’t think this is about anyone but you and me.” Another lie.

“I could take you with me.” Edan’s fingers splayed over my waist.

“You could and I’d hate you for it.” I stepped from his warmth. “I have to go.”

I turned to leave when he gently linked his fingers with mine. I sighed. Edan was not making this easy.

“Delara,” he whispered, “I care about you. What we had was—”

I placed my finger on his lips. He immediately grabbed it between his teeth and brought it into his mouth. Crap, wrong thing to do.

“Edan, please don’t,” I said.

“I can’t believe what we shared was all bull. Tell me it was real.”

How could I? It would only make things worse. There was sexual attraction, sure. He was tall, muscular, and had a strength that almost matched Waleron’s. And that there was the problem—Waleron.

“No matter what it was, you’re a Wraith. I’m a Scar. I can’t live permanently in your realm and you can’t in mine.” Wraiths were spirits, and spending more than a few hours at a time in the human world drained their powers.

“We can make it work,” he argued. “I didn’t mean what I said. I was angry.” Maybe he did or didn’t. The result was the same.

I wanted to say I didn’t either, but it was better this way.

“Come back with me.” He stroked the side of my throat with the tip of his finger. Shivers coursed down my spine at his gentle touch. I might not love Edan, but I did care about him and hated that I hurt him.

I wondered if Waleron felt that way using Trinity for her visions. No. He didn’t care about anything except his oaths.

“I want to fuck you again,” Edan whispered.

My cell vibrated.

 

Where are you? Need you at Liam’s club. ASAP.

Shit. “ I have to go, Edan.” I quickly typed back.

What are you doing at Liam’s?

“Will you think about it?” Edan asked.

My phone buzzed again and I glanced down.

Tell you when you get here. Hurry up. I get antsy all alone with these bloodsucking vampires and bug-people.

“It’s Jedrik, something’s going down. I need to go.”

“You need me?”

That was sweet and I leaned over and lightly kissed him. “No. But thanks.”

He nodded and let go of my hand as he turned back to the bar and sat on the barstool. Then he grabbed the beer from the guy next to him and chugged it back.

Give me five.

Make it two.

That couldn’t be good.

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