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Logic and reason wasn’tthat.
The thought of her scent, the feel of her against him made his cock stiffen, casting all sense from his head.
As if she could see that raw, vulnerable spot inside his mind, she chose that moment to poke at it. “What happened back there? Between you and the other hunters?”
Jace shook his head, opening the gun’s chamber to check if it was fully loaded. Five out of six. He loaded up another bullet before he cocked back the hammer. In the empty apartment the sound echoed with a solid metal shift. “Nothing that concerns you.”
Princess grumbled. “Like hell it doesn’t.”
He shook his head, though internally, he chuckled to himself.
Princess.The nickname was fitting. Hell, she was certainly making demands like one. No matter how he tried, he still couldn’t bring himself to think of her by the name she’d given him. Not really. It was likely a fake anyway.
Francesca? It didn’t suit her.
At the thought, that same instinct from the interrogation room echoed in his mind, igniting his primal side.
Mine.
Jace swallowed, hard.
He fought the urge to look toward her, and lost—miserably. “Didn’t you say you were leaving?”
She shook her head. “Not until you tell me what you are. Or what the E.U.’s doing.”
He scoffed. Hell if he knew the answer. “I’m a hunter. Or I was. Until you showed up.”
He wasn’t entirely sure why he held himself back. Why he didn’t tell her the truth, but some part of him told him not to, told him to play his cards close, if he wanted to stand even a chance of letting her walk away.
When it came down to it, whatever the hell was happening here, he was still a trained hunter, and she was still a wolf. There would never be anything between them.
“And Headquarters?” She lifted one sculpted brow.
He cut her a silencing look.
“Answer me,” she prompted.
He shook his head, busying himself with unloading one of his glocks. Why couldn’t she let sleeping dogs lie? “I have my suspicions, but I’ll handle it.”
“Bullshit.” She stepped toward him. “I saw the way you looked at Chet. Like the gears inside your head were turning. On something big. Not to mention, the way your fellow hunters reacted. If you expect me to believe nothing happened there, you’re full of shit.”
“You saw what you wanted to see, Princess.” He stalked toward her, drawing close, a poor attempt to use his size to intimidate. “Hate goes both ways.”
She growled. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“It means maybe you’re trying to justify whateveryou’re feeling about how I saved you.” He gestured between them. “Kiss me or I’ll die, remember?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?” He smirked. Placing his weapon in the cabinet where it belonged, he prowled toward her. He placed a rough hand on the door overtop her head. “You seemed mighty eager back in that alley. Last night. You think I didn’t notice?”
He’d say whatever it took to get her to leave. To slam on the brakes and put a stop to this. They were like shooting stars both hurtling toward a black hole. The distance between them narrowed until they were certain to collide and combust.
She snarled. “Fuck you.”
“Gladly.” He raked his gaze over her. Hot and full of wanting.
“You’re an ass.”
