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from her face, he growled, “Do not ever speak to me about my brother, noor . Do you understand?”
    Her mouth closed, and she swallowed once, the look in her eyes not just surprise but fear. True fear. Slowly, she nodded.
    An image flashed in his mind. Of him in the dungeons during the days before Zoraida had disappeared, chained and half naked, recoiling from her fury-induced rage. Scared, beaten down, controlled. Not that different from the way Claire looked right now.
    His pulse picked up speed. And something in his chest cinched down tight. A mixture of power and revulsion and guilt that swirled inside his gut to leave him light-headed and…unsteady.
    He wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but he wasn’t about to lose this opportunity. He didn’t know if or when it would ever happen again.
    Forcing the bite from his words, he leaned back and said, “I don’t need boats or planes to travel in the human realm. But I do need you.”
    Her sapphire eyes shifted from scared to wary, and he straightened his spine, willing himself not to back down. He didn’t care if she was pissed. This wasn’t about her anymore, and he wasn’t going to be distracted by any angel, fallen or not. “I no longer care if you want me, noor . You’re stuck with me now. We’re going to see my brother. And you will be the one to light the way.”

 
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Claire’s nerves were a mess by the time she tugged sandals from her closet and slipped her feet inside. Aside from everything that had just happened in this bedroom, now he wanted her to take him to Tariq and Mira? Something in her gut said this was not a good idea.
    I want you in ways I’ve not wanted another .
    The memory of his lips forming those words as he’d kissed her earlier in the day came out of nowhere and nudged aside the nerves. Heat flooded her veins all over again, sent tingles to her belly and lower. Standing in front of him, she focused on his black-as-night eyes and tried to find the djinni who’d pleasured her so completely before…before he’d discovered she was celestial. Before he’d realized she wasn’t bound to the opal. Before he’d decided to sexually torture her to get her to do what he wanted.
    Except…that hadn’t felt like torture. The same wicked craving she’d experienced before came screaming back. That had felt…good. Too good. Was she sick in the head because she’d liked being strapped down? What did it say about her that she’d enjoyed giving up control? That she probably would have let him do anything he’d wanted if he’d kept going?
    He held out his hand, but his expression was neutral, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “Simply think of their location, and I’ll do the rest.”
    Would he have stopped? Would he have given her release, or would he have prolonged the erotic denial, like he’d claimed? She wanted to believe the first, but the darkness in his eyes warned her she didn’t know him at all. Even if he was Marid, he’d been imprisoned so long by the sorceress, he could very well be as base as the Ghuls Zoraida often employed.
    Unease flitted through her, and she swallowed hard. Knowing she didn’t have another option, she slid her hand against his. His fingers tightened around hers, and before she even saw him move, he jerked her around so her back was plastered to his front, and his arms were closed tight across her body.
    Heat instantly enveloped her, followed by the familiar scent of his skin—spicy, citrusy, clean. And as if he had some magical control over her body, desire reignited in her core. His warm breath washed over the nape of her neck, sending pinpricks of pleasure all along her skin when he leaned close and said, “Stay close to me. Tariq is unpredictable.”
    Her mind stumbled. In the six months that Mira had been with Tariq, Claire hadn’t heard a word from her friend about Tariq being “unpredictable”. But before she could ask what Ashur meant, black smoke