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“So she has claws,” Razor murmured. “Does she know how to use them?”
“You’ll have to find out,” she whispered, her heart beating fiercely.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Red,” Razor said. To her surprise, he held out a hand toward her. He wanted to shake on it?
Too stunned to do anything else, she grasped his offered hand. Without warning, Razor jerked her close to him. She gasped, surprised to suddenly find herself in his arms. Razor kissed her then, quick and fleeting, but it had been enough to ignite a fire in her that she thought had fizzled out long ago.
When she met Vulture, she didn’t think she could look at another man with interest or desire anymore. Razor changed all that. He moved his lips from her mouth to the shell of her ear.
“Think of me tonight, Red,” Razor whispered in her ear, his breath warm. He abruptly released her.
“Razor, we need to go,” King interrupted. He didn’t sound all that happy.
Razor winked at her before mounting his bike. Take me with you, she wanted to blurt out, but meeting him hadn’t completely restored her courage. She owed a large debt to Vulture, and it suddenly felt like phantom chains weighing her down.
Nat opened her mouth, then zipped it shut. Razor and King revved their engines, and she watched them go, her heart sinking. She was still standing there, realizing she was a damn idiot for having such a fanciful imagination. Nat brushed her fingers to her lips.
Razor’s kiss had a little bite to it, but God, she’d forgotten what it felt like being kissed by a man who desired her, who saw her as more than an object.
Vulture didn’t kiss her, he only used her, and that was fine with her. Cold night wind blew at her face, and something fluttered from her hand. A slip of paper she didn’t notice before. Nat caught it before it could be swept away.
She looked at it with wide eyes. The paper only had a cell phone number written on it in what she assumed was Razor’s untidy scrawl. Was this his personal number? What did this mean? Maybe she hadn’t imagined his interest in her after all.
Nat held on to that piece of paper like her life depended on it. A strange emotion took root inside her heart. Hope, dangerous and fleeting.
Vulture’s help came with a terrible price. He taught her nothing came free in this world. What kind of prize would Razor demand for his love?
