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She blinked and seemed to see him. “Ah. Guess you are back now.” Jana pushed herself up, stretching a bit, and the few remaining buttons on her top strained with the movement. He leaned forward, trying to give her more room to maneuver. Where were the cuff keys? His left hand dove into his pockets. Nothing. Figured.
Jana just sat there, staring up at him, with no expression on her pretty face.
How was she so calm? “What did I do to you?” He remembered need. A white-hot lust that had thundered through his body and driven all sanity from his mind. Take. The hunger had been too much. He’d wanted her. Planned to have her, then—He swallowed. “Did I hurt you?” No, please, shit, he didn’t want to?—
She laughed. A light, quick chuckle, and she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “I’m not easy to hurt.”
Lie. She was human. A human with some strong psychic powers, but human nonetheless. “I shouldn’t have—I don’t know why I?—”
Jana rolled her eyes. “You were drugged, dude. You took two hits of the tranq. You got handsy, and then you collapsed, that’s all.”
All? His back teeth were clenched so hard his jaw ached. “I don’t do particularly well with drugs.”
“What demon does?”
So she knew.
But she wouldn’t realize just how dangerous he could be when the drugs were in his system. She didn’t understand just how lucky she was to still be breathing.
He stiffened his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” The words were stark. “I shouldn’t have touched you.” He sucked in a quick breath and just caught more of her scent.
Her head cocked toward him.
“Whatever I did to you, I’m sorry.” He held her stare, because the shame was his.
Her face softened, just for a moment, and he heard her mutter something that sounded like, “Being a good guy again.” But then she rose and turned her back on him.
His lips pressed together.
“You stopped.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “Yeah, the drug had you wired for a bit, but you pulled back. You got your control.” A little shrug. “But then you passed out before you could get off the bed.”
The drumming of his heart echoed in his ears. “You’re telling the truth?”
Now she did smile. A big, wide grin that, oh, hell, flashed the dimple in her cheek. “Would I lie?”
Yes. “What about the marks on your chest?”
She glanced down at herself, and the smile faded. “These aren’t from you. They’re courtesy of the vampire who caught me in the alley.”
The one she’d torched. The bastard had attacked her.
“I’ve seen other demons on the drug.” Her voice pulled his eyes back to her face. A flicker of sadness appeared in her gaze. “Even with one dose, they don’t know what the hell is going on.” A considering pause as her stare measured him. “You must be pretty strong.”
He wasn’t going to touch that one.
But she, apparently, was. Jana faced him fully, one brow up. “What are you on the power scale? An eight? Maybe pushing nine?”
The demon power scale. A scale that ran from one to ten. One being the low end, the demons who barely had any power above a human’s latent psychic talents. And ten being the demons who could bring hell to earth.
“I’m strong enough,” was all he said.
“Hmmm.” She lifted her wrist, raising the cuffs and his hand. “Then get these things off, demon. Get them off, and we can just walk away from all this.”
If only. “A witch I know put an enchantment on them.” Standard protocol for Night Watch containment gear and weaponry. A little bonus Pak had always insisted on throwing in. “I can’t break them.” She deserved the full truth. “And even if I could, I couldn’t let you walk away.”
Her lips parted. Soft lips. So soft.
“You’re damn well kidding me,” she snapped.
