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“Is there a jacket that goes with it?” He followed me into the garage.
“No, there’s not a jacket to go with it. Should I cover up my ass, since it’s not a size two?” I flashed him a glare, and he glared right back.
“You should cover up your ass so every man in the fucking club isn’t tempted to grab it.”
“Considering the dry spell I’m in, the more tempted they are, the better.” I shoved the hair I’d curled loosely over my shoulder, and out of my face.
His jaw was clenched tightly when he grabbed the wheel.
“Is it safe for you to drive right now? You seem pissier than usual.” I buckled my seatbelt violently.
“You’re never in danger with me.” His words were clipped enough not to sell them in the slightest.
It seemed like a low blow to bring up my neck wound that was healing up nicely, so I didn’t.
We drove in silence,his typical classical music playing from the speakers. It was soft and quiet, and made me wonder what he had been like before he started ignoring the mate bond.
Before Rafael went to prison, too.
Before… whatever had hurt him.
Maybe it was ridiculous, but some part of me wanted to understand him. To understand why he had ignored me for so long. Why he’d avoided me, too. Why he was so damn afraid of the mate bond he clearly couldn’t fight as well as he wanted to.
But I didn’t say any of that aloud. What was the point?
“Thank you for doing this,”Sebastian said, after he parked in front of the club.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t respond.
I’d started feeling like a bitch for leaving him hungry, even though he hadn’t asked me to feed him or go with him to a nightclub or anything. It had to be difficult knowing you couldn’t just walk into the kitchen when your stomach growled.
Maybe I could understand why Anastasia wanted to see her sons mated.
Unfortunately, my understanding meant I was going to have to find a way to restart the seduction plan.
“Wait.” His warning was sharp.
I waited in my seat, though I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for.
A moment later, he opened my door for me and held out his hand.
Yeah, that melted my heart a little. Or more than a little.
I let him help me from the Hummer, my face warming at the way his eyes roamed my body.
He muttered something that sounded like, “Fuck me.”
I almost asked if that was an invitation, but decided against it.
If he was really interested, he would’ve propositioned me when he got hungry.
Or horny.
Or both.
I’d never been to the club we were walking toward before; honestly, I didn’t like nightclubs. The music was too loud, and I would rather dance alone in my underwear than in public, in a tight dress. I didn’t like having strangers’ hands on me unless I’d traded a few words with them, either.
But it seemed like a necessary evil considering the whole demon thing, so there was no way around it. And hey, I’d still have fun. I could have fun pretty much anywhere, with enough effort.
