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arms out of the T-shirt’s armholes. It hung to just past mid-thigh on me. I could have belted it and worn it as a dress. Duly noted for future emergencies.
“I am going to say this one time, and one time only,” I huffed, pushing my short hair off my forehead. “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’d all better cool it.” Darius had righted the chair Hellion had tossed aside and I sat, albeit closer to the courtyard window than I cared for. Ah well. “Everyone find a seat.”
No one spoke and there was only the quiet rustling of movement as everyone got settled. Even the Nephilim rearranged his covers to partially disguise his erection.
If I get to ask one question of the Almighty, it’s going to be why manly bits look so ridiculous , I thought, snorting.
Darius choked and flushed—quite a feat for a vampire. He looked at me, eyes too large, and grinned before bursting out laughing.
My cheeks burned, and Hellion looked up from his place on the floor between us. “What were you thinking?”
“Later,” I muttered.
He nodded and shifted again so his back was against the wall, watching Micah.
The angel was silent, waiting for me to reintroduce conversation. He had no idea whom he was dealing with on this front. If he wanted conversation, I’d give him conversation.
“So how do I kill Agares?” I asked with so much false bravado I almost bought the shit I was selling.
“You don’t,” Micah answered.
“Bullshit,” I snapped.
“He can’t lie,” Hellion whispered in a flat, almost broken voice. He dropped his head in his hands and a single shudder wracked his body.
I hated hearing him like this, but my palm still stung from where I’d struck him. The urge to go to him was so strong. I stood and stepped toward him, berating myself for my hesitation. No doubt I needed to work on my forgiveness skills.
“Why can’t he lie?” came the voice from the doorway.
Well, hell. Here was my opportunity to work on forgiveness immediately. In fact, screw forgiveness. Give me cold-blooded murder.
Bahlin was here.
I sprinted for the dragon shifter as hard as I could. Only Darius was close enough, and fast enough, to stop me. He tackled me, dragging me to the floor. My stitches pulled threateningly, so I didn’t fight him…too much.
“ Mi amore ,” he murmured into my ear, the cool wash of his breath breaking me out in goose bumps. “Listen to me. He’s as good as dead if you say so in this room, but be sure it’s what you want. He’s committed no crime.”
The truth of his words was a sucker-punch to the gut. I gasped and looked up at Darius who lay across me, one leg draped across my thighs and his arms wrapped around my body. It looked casual enough, but the steel strength with which he held me was telling.
“No,” I answered, turning my face to Darius’s. “There’s really no crime.”
His eyes were the deep purple of the night sky and my breath caught. One of his hands loosened and stroked down my side at the same time he shifted over me, settling himself between my thighs.
I arched into his touch, eyes widening as his nostrils flared and he began to lower his lips to mine.
“Hellion,” I breathed out gently.
Darius froze. He stood as gracefully as a marionette whose strings were pulled tight.
“I wondered if either of you would remember I was here and, you know, stop,” Hellion said, clearly stung.
Darius turned to him and dropped his head. “Hellion, my friend, I owe you a sincere apology. I’ve no idea what came over me.”
Bahlin stepped across the floor and offered me a hand up. I looked at it then scrambled to my feet on my own.
“Maddy?” Confusion drew his brows together.
I shook my head, watching Darius and Hellion closely.
Hellion pushed himself to standing and the two friends faced each other. “Why, Darius?”
“I truly don’t know, mate. She just suddenly smelled so good, and I…” He cleared his throat. “Clearly I lost my
“I am going to say this one time, and one time only,” I huffed, pushing my short hair off my forehead. “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’d all better cool it.” Darius had righted the chair Hellion had tossed aside and I sat, albeit closer to the courtyard window than I cared for. Ah well. “Everyone find a seat.”
No one spoke and there was only the quiet rustling of movement as everyone got settled. Even the Nephilim rearranged his covers to partially disguise his erection.
If I get to ask one question of the Almighty, it’s going to be why manly bits look so ridiculous , I thought, snorting.
Darius choked and flushed—quite a feat for a vampire. He looked at me, eyes too large, and grinned before bursting out laughing.
My cheeks burned, and Hellion looked up from his place on the floor between us. “What were you thinking?”
“Later,” I muttered.
He nodded and shifted again so his back was against the wall, watching Micah.
The angel was silent, waiting for me to reintroduce conversation. He had no idea whom he was dealing with on this front. If he wanted conversation, I’d give him conversation.
“So how do I kill Agares?” I asked with so much false bravado I almost bought the shit I was selling.
“You don’t,” Micah answered.
“Bullshit,” I snapped.
“He can’t lie,” Hellion whispered in a flat, almost broken voice. He dropped his head in his hands and a single shudder wracked his body.
I hated hearing him like this, but my palm still stung from where I’d struck him. The urge to go to him was so strong. I stood and stepped toward him, berating myself for my hesitation. No doubt I needed to work on my forgiveness skills.
“Why can’t he lie?” came the voice from the doorway.
Well, hell. Here was my opportunity to work on forgiveness immediately. In fact, screw forgiveness. Give me cold-blooded murder.
Bahlin was here.
I sprinted for the dragon shifter as hard as I could. Only Darius was close enough, and fast enough, to stop me. He tackled me, dragging me to the floor. My stitches pulled threateningly, so I didn’t fight him…too much.
“ Mi amore ,” he murmured into my ear, the cool wash of his breath breaking me out in goose bumps. “Listen to me. He’s as good as dead if you say so in this room, but be sure it’s what you want. He’s committed no crime.”
The truth of his words was a sucker-punch to the gut. I gasped and looked up at Darius who lay across me, one leg draped across my thighs and his arms wrapped around my body. It looked casual enough, but the steel strength with which he held me was telling.
“No,” I answered, turning my face to Darius’s. “There’s really no crime.”
His eyes were the deep purple of the night sky and my breath caught. One of his hands loosened and stroked down my side at the same time he shifted over me, settling himself between my thighs.
I arched into his touch, eyes widening as his nostrils flared and he began to lower his lips to mine.
“Hellion,” I breathed out gently.
Darius froze. He stood as gracefully as a marionette whose strings were pulled tight.
“I wondered if either of you would remember I was here and, you know, stop,” Hellion said, clearly stung.
Darius turned to him and dropped his head. “Hellion, my friend, I owe you a sincere apology. I’ve no idea what came over me.”
Bahlin stepped across the floor and offered me a hand up. I looked at it then scrambled to my feet on my own.
“Maddy?” Confusion drew his brows together.
I shook my head, watching Darius and Hellion closely.
Hellion pushed himself to standing and the two friends faced each other. “Why, Darius?”
“I truly don’t know, mate. She just suddenly smelled so good, and I…” He cleared his throat. “Clearly I lost my
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