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I stared as a muscle in my jaw twitched. “What the fuck was that?”
A grin lit her face at the same time she sat up. The way she moved sometimes gave me the chills—tilts of the head or sitting upright with a smooth motion and an arch of her back that defied what speed should be possible for such a movement. “Did you like my performance? I thought it was quite good myself.”
“What’swrongwith you?” I cried, my frustration and confusion bubbling inside.
Standing, she scoffed at me. “Oh, lighten up.”
A shudder went up my spine at the subtleslickof the blade being pulled through flesh, and I wasn’t able to stop myself from jumping slightly when it clattered as she tossed it to the side. Following its trail, my fingers twitched as it slid under the bar.
Dammit.
She approached me, those golden eyes flashing dangerously, and when I almost tripped over a fallen chair while backing away from her, her hand shot out and grabbed me, holding me up.
I had seen a lot, but the look in her eyes and the danger she radiated sent a shiver down my spine. My skin burned where she touched me, but not a burn I wanted to recoil from, a pleasant warmth making me ache for more. A flash reel of my previous partners ran through my mind. Yeah, I had chosen some incredibly poor partners in the past, but looking into her eyes, I knew she’d be the biggest mistake I could make. She was strong, fast, and capable—everything I used to be and was no longer. Beyond that, there was a physical attraction to her interfering with my judgment. I shouldn’t be admiring her on any level. Not only was what she was doing wrong, butshewas wrong.
And unnatural.
Demon.
My body was responding to her touch. That warmth flared under her fingers and singed me, sending a wave of fire through my body.
Gripping my arm, she gave it a slight squeeze, perhaps as a reminder of the power she held within her.
Maybe as a warning not to try stabbing her again.
I couldn’t guarantee it.
Her eyes flashed again when she caught the defiance in mine. Hell, I shouldn’t even be here. Why did I even think I could take her down? She was strength and grace, and obviously didn’t play by the same rules as the rest of us.
No, I had to dosomething. I couldn’t stomach the idea of innocent people being hurt. If someone was hurt, and I could’ve stopped it but instead chose to do nothing, it would make me equally to blame as the offending party. I don’t think my heart could take it. So I had to try. I was right to come here, right to track her down. While I’d never forgive myself if I failed, I think I’d simply shut down completely if I had never tried at all.
Although her victims were hardly innocent themselves, the potential was always there for collateral damage.
Unacceptable.
I couldn’t allow it and bared my teeth as I yanked my arm from her grip.
“Silver doesn’t kill demons,” she said, eyeing the patch of blood on her pants before mumbling, “Still hurts like a fucking bitch, though.” Before I could take advantage of her momentary distraction, she grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks together painfully. While she’d let my arm go when I shook her off, she hadn’t shown the slightest bit of concern at touching me again. It was as though she knew she was stronger than me.
Dammit,of course,she knew she was stronger than me.
I was no threat to her.
She was so close, her hands hot against my skin, and she smelled amazing.
Where the fuck did that thought come from?
My legs weakened, andfuck,I wanted to lean into her touch, even though it was rough and painful. I understood now what that person online meant when they saidoozed sexual prowess—it was in the air all around her. Incredible.
Her perfect lips curved as she grinned. “Am I turning you on? A happy side effect of being a demon.” As she flicked her hair over her shoulder, the ends of it hit me in the face. I’m certain it was on purpose, and my anger flared, crushing down the throbbing sensation between my legs. “We’re sexual beings, after all. Any other time, I’d take you to places you never dreamed of.” I pulled a face, and she smirked. “Now,” she said, turning my head until we were eye to eye, “How did you know what I was?”
“Your eyes.”
She let my face go, stepped away from me, and paced the bar as I rubbed my cheeks. “That’s fucking it? You saw my real eyes?”
“And your skin… it looked like black ink.”
“How did you know it wasn’t just your imagination?”
