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He gaped. “You did not.”
“I so did. I can prove it: I still have all my notebooks at my parents’ house because my mom refuses to throw anything away.” Her amusement faltered. She didn’t tell him about that time senior year of college when she and Danika ran into Flynn and Declan at a bar. How Danika had gone home with Flynn, because Bryce hadn’t wanted to mess up anything between him and Ruhn.
“Want to hear my worst hookup?” she asked, throwing him a forced grin.
He chuckled. “I’m half-afraid to hear it, but sure.”
“I dated a vampyr for like three weeks. My first and only hookup with anyone in Flame and Shadow.”
The vamps had worked hard to get people to forget the tiny fact that they’d all come from Hel, lesser demons themselves. That their ancestors had defected from their seven princes during the First Wars, and fed the Asteri Imperial Legions vital intel that aided in their victory. Traitors and turncoats—who still held a demon’s craving for blood.
Hunt lifted a brow. “And?”
Bryce winced. “And I couldn’t stop wondering what part of me he wanted more: blood or … you know. And then he suggested eating while eating, if you know what I mean?”
It took Hunt a second to sort it out. Then his dark eyes widened. “Oh fuck. Really?” She didn’t fail to note his glance to her legs—between them. The way his eyes seemed to darken further, something within them sharpening. “Wouldn’t that hurt?”
“I didn’t want to find out.”
Hunt shook his head, and she wondered if he was unsure whether to cringe or laugh. But the light had come back to his eyes. “No more vamps after that?”
“Definitely not. He claimed the finest pleasure was always edged in pain, but I showed him the door.”
Hunt grunted his approval. Bryce knew she probably shouldn’t, but asked carefully, “You still have a thing for Shahar?”
A muscle feathered in his jaw. He scanned the skies. “Until the day I die.”
No longing or sorrow graced the words, but she still wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the dropping sensation in her stomach.
Hunt’s eyes slid to hers at last. Bleak and lightless. “I don’t see how I can move on from loving her when she gave up everything for me. For the cause.” He shook his head. “Every time I hook up, I remember it.”
“Ah.” No arguing with that. Anything she said against it would sound selfish and whiny. And maybe she was dumb, for letting herself read into his leg touching hers or the way he’d looked at her at the shooting range or coaxed her through her panic or any of it.
He was staring at her. As if seeing all of that. His throat bobbed. “Quinlan, that isn’t to say that I’m not—”
His words were cut off by a cluster of people approaching from the other end of the street.
She glimpsed silvery blond hair and couldn’t breathe. Hunt swore. “Let’s get airborne—”
But Sabine had spotted them. Her narrow, pale face twisted in a snarl.
Bryce hated the shaking that overtook her hands. The trembling in her knees.
Hunt warned Sabine, “Keep moving, Fendyr.”
Sabine ignored him. Her stare was like being pelted with shards of ice. “I heard you’ve been showing your face again,” she seethed at Bryce. “Where the fuck is my sword, Quinlan?”
Bryce couldn’t think of anything to say, any retort or explanation. She just let Hunt lead her past Sabine, the angel a veritable wall of muscle between them.
Hunt’s hand rested on Bryce’s back as he nudged her along. “Let’s go.”
“Stupid slut,” Sabine hissed, spitting at Bryce’s feet as she passed.
Hunt stiffened, a growl slipping out, but Bryce gripped his arm in a silent plea to let it go.
His teeth gleamed as he bared them over a shoulder at Sabine, but Bryce whispered, “Please.”
He scanned her face, mouth opening to object. She made them keep walking, even as Sabine’s sneer branded itself into her back.
