His lips quirk ever so slightly. “Not messing with you, but I’m very curious now.”
“They show their… boobs.” God, why does that word sound so damn stupid?
“Humans are pigs,” a deep voice says. I blink and turn to find Bea and Trevor standing in the open doorway.
“Human boys sound exactly like supernatural boys,” Bea says with a smirk.
I blush as Trevor grabs Bea’s right breast, full on.
“See?” she laughs.
Jarron appears less than amused. Bea and Trevor walk away without another word and disappear around the bend to some unseen section of the balcony.
In the silence, the two wolves start chatting about which path they like to run the most. They point to the trees that are a blur of darkness to me. Apparently, they can see well enough to point out trails.
Jarron and I stand side by side against the banister, looking out at the darkness. I grow bored of the view quickly since I can’t see much of anything beyond the torchlight.
There’s barely an inch separating Jarron’s chest from my arm.
He’s watching me I realize, and I turn to face him as he examines every inch of me.What’s he trying to find?I wonder.
He reaches out slowly until his fingers find my bare shoulder, then drift up my neck. I tilt my head, exposing more of my neck to him.
He freezes. His eyes turn to solid black and pin to my neck. I gasp, and Jarron doesn’t so much as budge. Just below his top lip, two sharp, white points appear.
Fangs.
“Uh oh. Time to go,” the dark wolf jokes and then pulls a blond back through the door to the crowded room.
“Jarron?” I ask, voice so small it makes me sick to my stomach. I’m helpless. Jarron’s expression is one of hunger.
He blinks, and color returns to his eyes. “Sorry,” he whispers, wincing tightly. “Want to go back inside?”
I peep past his arm to the buzzing powerful supernaturals in Trevor’s room. I don’t particularly want to rejoin that part of society. It’s quiet out here. The cool air is heaven on my hot skin.
I don’t respond, just settle back into a comfortable position nestled between his arms. “I’m sorry I called you a monster,” I say.
His hand clenches over the metal banisher, caging me in.
“I’m sorry I left like that.” It’s something I should have said a long time ago, but I’ve been too proud. And too unsure. Am I beginning to believe in his innocence? That’s the only thing that would make me say that, right? If I believed him. Trusted him. Cared for him.
He finally takes in a breath, long and slow. “If you knew my thoughts just now, I’d have proved you right.” He sounds pained.
I bite the inside of my lip. “You wanted to bite me?” I ask. That had been a strange, tension-filled moment, and the way the wolves reacted was odd.
I watch his expression closely. He’s focused on something in the darkness I’m sure I couldn’t make out even if I were to shift my attention there. His jaw clenches.
“Do you—is that something you do?”
His gaze shifts to me, agony so clear in his eyes that I feel the urge to run my hands over his chest. To comfort him. Not that I’d have the slightest idea of how to do that.
“You think I go around biting innocent damsels for fun?”
I clear my throat, torn between awkward embarrassment and honest amusement. “Oh, well, I mean, demons in general. I skipped over the blood-drinking portions of my demon studies.”
His lip quirks ever so slightly. “Interested in the innerworkings of demons, are you?”
I shrug.
