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“I see what you are,” he said, and sliced forward. But he was literally fighting with one hand behind his back, and it was an easy dodge.
I grabbed his wrist, twisted until he dropped the knife, and loosened his hold on the woman. She skittered back.
He kicked, caught the back of my knee, and sent me sprawling. I grabbed a tuft of grass to keep from falling down the hill, and when he lunged again, I lifted my katana. He spun across it, ripping a wound across his abdomen, then fell to the ground and rolled down the hill.
And then he was still.
Chest heaving, I looked back at the human, could feel the monster looking, watching, through my eyes. “Are you all right?”
The human screamed. “Don’t touch me! You’re as crazy as he is!” She scrambled to her feet and ran down the hill.
I sat there for a moment, dew seeping through the knees of my jeans.
Connor strode toward me. “Lis! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I took the hand he offered and climbed to my feet. “The human saw what I am.”
He glanced at her disappearing form, then back at me. His expression was flat. “You put your life on the line because the fairy would have killed her. And instead of thanking you, she insulted you. She’s the monster. Not you.”
I didn’t have time to argue. And I had only a moment to look down, to realize where we stood, when the world began to shift again.
The soft hill grew harder, and we rose so quickly my ears popped, like a phoenix hurtling toward the stars on feathers of steel and glass.
We came to a bouncing stop on a thin strip of concrete between waving balconies on the Aqua building.
There was a scream, and then Connor disappeared over the edge.
• • •
The world went silent except for the roar of blood in my ears. The world went still except for the hot pulse of fear that twisted my gut.
“Connor!” I screamed, dropping to my knees. I caught the edge of fingers gripping the six-inch-wide lip of concrete.
His face was a study in focus and concentration, his gaze on his fingers as his body dangled four hundred feet above the street below.
He grunted, and I went down on my stomach, wedged one foot into the railing on the edge of the next apartment’s balcony and prayed the railing would hold. “Don’t you dare fall, because I am not breaking that news to the Pack.”
His forehead was beaded with sweat, muscles corded with effort. “And you’d have to live without my charm and devastatingly good looks.”
I blew out a breath between pursed lips. “The world would probably stop turning.
“On three,” I said. “We’re going to pull like there’s no tomorrow. One... two... three!”
I pulled and he heaved, turning as he lunged over the edge and landed on top of me.
His body above mine, we both hovered on the two-foot wide strip of concrete, with moonlight and darkness below us.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” I said.
“Shut up, brat.”
And then his hand was at my neck and his mouth was on mine, his lips insistent, his body hard and hot above mine. Heat and magic rose so quickly, surrounded me so completely, that I gasped against his mouth... and then tunneled my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer.
His groan was masculine, satisfied, possessive. “Lis,” he said quietly, before ravaging my mouth again.
When my body was warm and my lips were swollen, Connor pulled back, and the chill that replaced his mouth was equally startling, even though his lips hovered just above mine.
And in his eyes was surprise... and certainty.
