An executioner famous for her skills on the battlefield, she’d vanished before the war ended. No one ever knew what happened to her, but some said she’d gone to find the vampire king.
He didn’t answer me.
Okay, the key here was to not let him push my buttons. “You got the last part wrong. This ends with me. I’m your last ride, you piece of shit.”
Hmmm. How fast would he be in defending a stakeblade throw?
Probably too fast.
“You’re amusing,” he replied.
When would he make a move so I could kick him in the face? “Not feeling very comical right now.”
“Indeed.”
I saw what he was doing here—talking at me to goad a reaction. Walking me toward a screw up. Well, I’d take his plan and shove it up his arse.
I bet it’s a pert arse.
Who gives a fuck?
“I’m surprised you’re up here alone,” I threw out, drowning my inner voice in a bathtub.
Shut the hell up!
No answer.
“Where’re your guards?”
A gust of wind ruffled his hair again. “Why do you care?”
He hit me with two heady waves. I shoved them both away.
Ah, easy as pissing now.
Now it was my turn to not answer him.
“Well?” he pressed.
I shrugged.
He smiled again. “I see. What happens now, elf?”
I couldn’t help my response. “You can whip off the jacket and give me easy access to your heart.”
He removed his jacket, tossing it over his shoulder. “Like this?”
Interesting.
By Aidan. His body. His muscular, enticing body. Every inch of him fine-tuned to perfection, spun from a sexy fantasy. At least my sexy fantasies. Planes of muscles perfect for tongues and fingers, a body of power.
A glowing red stone appeared in the center of his chest, scarlet veins spidering outward from it.
What the hell?
Scarlet light pulsed in a steady beat. A heartbeat.
My chest tightened, senses sparking. “The Heart of All…”
