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The flames were dancing close to him.
The fire licked a demon. He screamed when the flames lit his clothes and he fell, rolling on the ground to battle the fire.
“Jana!”
The flames were at Zane’s feet. His gaze met hers over the fire. No fear was in that stare—and it was a completely black stare. With the flames all around him and the bloodlust fueling him, the glamour was finally gone. No more sexy green eyes. Just demon darkness.
She was looking right at the demon he tried to hide. Tried, failed. She’d seen the demon from the first moment.
She exhaled, and the flames began to flicker.
Zane ran through the fire.
What? “Zane!”
But the flames didn’t burn him. Didn’t even seem to have actually touched him. Then he was in front of her, grabbing her arm, hauling her close, and the heat of the fire pulsed beneath her skin. When his eyes widened, she knew he felt her heat. Warm to the touch, just like a sunburn, but one she’d gotten from the inside out.
Burn, baby. Burn.
His eyes were black. She knew the red glow of the charge would still fuel her stare. No lying, no hiding for either of them. Two monsters in the dark.
She swallowed, but didn’t back down.
“I thought you were running away,” he said.
She’d thought so, too. “You were outnumbered.” And more demons could be coming for him at any minute. They could talk later. “Look, we need to get out of here.”
“Yeah, we do.” Then his hands moved, fast, and something clicked around her wrist. Wait—clicked?
Oh, damn. No, no, he just hadn’t?—
“We need to get out of here, baby.” Another click.
Her gaze dropped to her hand. A shining, silver handcuff circled her wrist. Another cuff circled his, locking them together.
“And don’t think about burning through it,” Zane warned. “That metal’s made out of a titanium mix, and it’s got a polymer coating that’ll block you. It’s something special that was designed just for someone like you.”
Her teeth snapped together. “I saved you,” she gritted out, seriously pissed. Is this the way he thanked people?
But the guy was already moving. Spinning and lunging down the street and jerking her with him. It was either go with him or be dragged behind him.
Bastard.
Yeah, yeah, this was why she didn’t help people. Because when you did something nice, folks had a tendency to bite the hand that helped them.
Or handcuff it.
“Get in,” he ordered. They were beside a car. A flashy red sports car. He had the driver’s door open, and his gaze swept behind her, probably checking to make sure the demons weren’t getting ready for a second round. They weren’t. They were busy licking their wounds. “Slide over to the other seat.”
So easier said than done. She climbed inside the car. The gearshift rammed into her knees, her ass shot into the air, but she—finally!—made it to the passenger seat.
He jumped in behind her and shut the door. The engine purred, and they shot away from the curb.
“You can’t do this,” she said and that was not fear tightening her gut. She wasn’t afraid. Nothing scared her, not anymore. She hadn’t been afraid since the day she’d learned how to fight her own monsters. “I didn’t do anything to you. You can’t?—”
“You’ve got a bounty on your head, baby. A bounty I’m collecting.”
The demon didn’t even look at her as he threw that out.
