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Paris. Worry instantly flooded her, her demon’s preoccupation with the angel overshadowed. “Where is he?”
“Just follow the trail Viola blazed.” Stepping to the side, Olivia motioned toward the ballroom.
Sie
Sie
Seeing him, Wrath went crazy inside Sie
I know, but now’s not the time to catch up with him.Honestly? She wasn’t sure any time would be right. The guy scared her. He looked like he ate kittens for breakfast and thumb tacks for lunch. His di
Wrath pouted. The demon had wanted back inside of Aeron as much as Sie
Friend. Talk to friend.
Soon,she promised. Wrath whimpered, and she had to force herself to look away. Paris stood in front of the group, his back to Sie
Anya was reading her letter out loud. “—you’re okay, I guess. I mean, if Lucien says you’re good people, you’re good people. I think you’ve got a really hot body with a lot of delicious brawn and sinew, and even though I wouldn’t do you without having an emergency medical exam afterward, a lot of women with low self-esteem would totally hit that.”
“Anya,” Lucien said with a truckload of exasperation.
She glanced up at him, all i
“Enough,” Paris said with quiet menace.
“My turn,” Viola said.
Ignoring both of them, the lithe goddess of Anarchy continued. “Add in the fact that Inviso-babe is a Hunter, and you’ve got a recipe for oh, shit.Which isn’t good for your health. Or ours. Mainly ours. That is why we humbly request that you enter some sort of treatment program before that woman enters you in a death program with guns, knives and a rack. And by rackI don’t mean boobs.”
Wow, that hurt. It shouldn’t. Sie
One of Paris’s hands slid back, around his waist, his fingers curling around the hilt of a knife.
He was going to blow a fuse, she thought, and she didn’t want him at war with his friends because of her. Not now, not ever. So, yeah, she was leaving. Sooner rather than later.
Her chest constricted, heralding the sharp lances of pain from a breaking heart. Didn’t matter, though. She would take one more day with him. Just one. Then, bye-bye forever. “Paris,” she said, doing her best to mask her hurt.
He spun, those electric-blues she loved so much crackling with fury, the malicious shadows dancing through their depths.
Gently she said, “Come up to the roof with me,” and waved him over. “I need to practice my flying.” Truth, and the reason she wasn’t leaving the fortress right this second, was instead allowing herself this extra day with him. She had to be prepared for anything. And, yeah, she wanted to say goodbye properly—in bed. “No need to worry about the vines there. The gargoyles eat the walls clean, and William’s blood is on the outer rail, I checked, so the shadows won’t bother us, either.”
“My friends are… They need…” He was dragging oxygen through his nose so intensely his nostrils were flaring.
“No, they don’t. You are not going to be mad at them over this.” A command she had no power to enforce, but one she would see through.
“Yes, I am.”
Behind him, Viola relayed the conversation only she and Lucien could hear, clearly thrilled to be the center of attention. Sie
More forcefully, she said, “Paris, I’m not offended by this.” She was destroyed. “Now come here. I need a cheerleader, and I’m thinking you’ll look great in a skirt, holding poms.”
He didn’t crack a smile. That unholy, malevolent rage still held him in a tight grip. So, really, there was only one other thing do to.
“Catch me,” she said, sprinting to him. He would never forgive himself if he fought his loved ones.
“No, don’t come near me while I’m like… this.Humph.”
She’d launched herself at him. Those strong arms did indeed catch her, winding around her and clamping on like shackles. Tremors vibrated from him and into her.
Acting fast, she nipped at his ear. “If you hurt them, you’ll get blood on my castle walls—well, more blood, and I’ll be very upset.” Only once before had she ever tried to use feminine wiles, and that had been the first time they met. Now she lifted her head just enough for him to see her face, and batted her lashes. “Please come to the roof with me. Please.”
He peered at her for a long while, silent, before finally relaxing. He pressed a kiss straight into her mouth, daring the quickest of tastes, the tease, before striding out with her still clutched in his arms.
“My eyes,” Anya whined. “Oh, my eyes.”
“I think we just made a huge mistake,” Lucien said gravely.
Paris never looked back and neither did Sie
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
THE MOMENT PARIS STEPPED onto the roof, he sensed the evil waiting to attack. Thanks to William’s blood, the shadows couldn’t get inside the castle or pass the rail, just as Sie
Wanting no part of the coming action, Sex retreated faster than ever.
Palming his crystal blades—nope, make that blade,he had just the one now—Paris maneuvered Sie
Either Sie
Sie
Guy was handsome, if you liked serial killers, with cold black eyes, more muscles than even Paris sported, and shoulders wide enough to take down the entire first line of defense in a game of touch football.
Paris crouched, a coiled snake ready to dart and bite. Dude had made a mistake, approaching now. Since Paris had walked into that intervention and realized his friends were still gu
He understood their reasons. He did. And he couldn’t blame them. But doing what they’d done out in the open, just to hurt her, was taking things too far.