I waited until she sucked down the last drop, then pulled out and slumped back against the tiles, my whole body spent and shaking.
Haley was still on her knees. And when I looked down at her again, she smiled.
A little bit devious. A little bit sweet. All angel.
And suddenly I remembered the day of our arrival when we fought off the raven gryphons. I remembered the blood in her hair. Remembered the fae nearly ambushing us in the woods after the first time we’d been together.
Remembered the image of Saint’s worst fear in full technicolor detail—Keradoc, his violet eyes alight with pleasure as he swung a sword and chopped off her head.
And right there, out of fucking nowhere, I felt it.
A flicker in my heart that had absolutelynobusiness showing up again.
Fear.
Without another word, I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. I left her there on her knees, still panting, her eyes dark and dreamy as the water slid down her sexy-as-hell curves.
She flashed me a smile, her cheeks dark with a blush that threatened to make me hard all over again. “Feel free to invade my shower anytime, sinner. My door is always open for you.”
I forced a smile. “Good to know. Anyone else on that list?”
She rolled her eyes and got to her feet, then turned her back on me, granting me a view of her fine, perfect ass before yanking the shower curtain closed and cutting me off.
I debated sticking around, waiting for her in bed for another round.
But then the sword flashed in my mind, and my heart stuttered again.
No, I couldn’t stay. What Ireallyneeded to do was hunt down a bottle of something strong enough to chase away that flicker, right along with the rest of the damn ghosts trapped in my head.
I grabbed my clothes off the floor. Headed out into the hall, pulling her door shut behind me.
Saint wasrightfucking there, standing across from me in the dark, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded over his chest.
He’d probably been there the whole time, the sick fae fuck. Probably still hard from what I’d done to his woman earlier. From what he’d witnessed and heard just now, undoubtedly imagining his own cock in her mouth every time I slammed into her with a grunt.
Not like she hadn’t given him the opportunity.
“Enjoy the show, asshole?” I asked.
He glared at me in the darkness, his silver eyes flashing. It took him a minute to find the words, which was unusual for Saint.
But then, finally, he leaned in close and said, “You hurt her, demon, and I’ll take the other eye, too.”
A sharp ache tore through my skull, the memory of a hot blade in my flesh.Hisblade.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, Saint.” I grinned, lowering my voice to a whisper. “That little witchloveswhen I make it hurt.”
He punched me so hard in the face my head snapped back, but I just kept smiling, even as my head throbbed so badly it felt like my skull was caving in. Even as the blood gushed hot and salty from my nose.
I dragged my hand through the mess. Smeared it across his mouth and clutched his face, making sure he tasted it.
The tattoo on my chest blazed.
“Blood before roses, Saint,” I said. “Chokeon it.”
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