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Stop touching her.
I was about to listen to myself when her tongue swiped over the pad of my thumb, licking the cinnamon off my skin and sending shockwaves through my system. Need plowed through me like a blizzard, spinning everything into a blur. Branches from the Christmas tree snapped, my molars grinding together as I tried to contain the magic suddenly snapping from me. The impulse to kiss her, to slide my cock down her throat, to taste her…
My voice barely made it above a whisper, a question and a demand in one.
“Scarlet—”
“Raven!” a woman yelled.
Scarlet’s head jerked to the side, her eyes widening, her mouth parting. Alarm dropped into my gut, my head swinging, following her gaze.
What. The. Fuck.
A familiar tall blonde walked toward us, her eyes a violet-blue, telling me she came from a family of pure seelie fairies. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, wearing all black and a long coat, her younger face and high cheekbones finally registering in my brain who she was.
The friend of Scarlet’s who had been shot the night in the pub in Vienna. She should’ve been dead. The fire alone should have killed her.
My attention jumped to the five men who came up next to her, one smiling smugly at us.
Oh. Fuck. Nikolay the Bloody.
A gasp came from Scarlet, hurt and anguish overflowing from her eyes. I could feel the betrayal slice through her, the understanding her friend was not who she seemed.
The Russian men lifted their weapons, pointing at us.
“Raven, don’t run,” the girl spoke to her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
An anguished cry came from Scarlet, her head wagging like she still couldn’t comprehend what was going on.
All I saw was the guns, the danger. Nothing else mattered.
Bolting up, letting the coffee and pastries spill at our feet, I grabbed Scarlet’s arm, yanking her with me, seeing the men raising their weapons.
“Run!” I ordered her, both of us taking off across the square.
Bullets penetrated the air, sending innocent civilians screaming and ducking for cover. We had been shot at many times before, but a deeper panic wound around my lungs. The idea of one of those bullets going through her, ending her life… taking her away…
A flash of recalling a bullet going between Lucas’s eyes, his life gone from mine forever in scarcely a split second.
No.
Shoving her in front of me to get her out of reach, I was ready to feel an iron ball sink into my skin. The bullets flew around us, embedding into the storefronts as we sprinted for an alley.
“This way.” My hand wrapped around hers, tugging her down a passage. We weaved around trash bins, wagons, and drunks still passed out in their own urine. In sync, we moved together, zigzagging through lanes, hearing boots strike the cobbles behind us and barks of Russian growing louder.
Turning down a lane, I realized too late it was a dead end. The path backed up to an old human church.
“Fuck!” I hissed under my breath, my eyes searching for a way out as the men gained on us. I reached for a door handle, and it popped open. “Come on.” Rushing Scarlet in, our feet hit the creaky wood floor.
“Stop!” A stout, shorter man in a robe held up his hand, trying to slow us down.
“Sanctuary!” Scarlet blurted out, running by the man as I herded her toward the confession booth.
“Think it’s time to start confessing your sins,mroczny.”Dark onein Polish.
“Why not you?”
“If I started on my sins, we’d never leave here.” I prodded her through the door, cramming in behind, shutting the door right as I heard Russian voices come through the back door. I turned to face the opening, her front against my back. The space was only designed for one person, so my body pressed firmly into hers. My hand tugged out the gun in my harness, ready to shoot the first person who opened the door.
