Page 38 of Orion: Galaxy Huntress

The apologetic expression on his face pissed me off. “There’s only so much I can do, Ace.”

“Then we’ll go in to rescue her.” I sensed a play coming from Vice. Trickery to cheat me out of my deal. Determined to avoid that, I grabbed him by the shirt with what little strength my healing hands possessed and dragged him out of his storage room. He let me haul his ass through his tavern and down the stairs to his parked vehicle without a word of protest or a broken finger. Winning!

“You’re fucking serious?” Vice chose the moment we reached his ridiculously low, wankery mid-life crisis Ferrari to complain. Under the heat of my murderous gaze, Vice sighed and fished his Ferrari keys from his pocket. “You’re fucking nuts.”

Damn straight. But the demon had just admitted his greatest fault. He was a coward at heart. A fraudster. An ass fucker who would find a way to get Orion out of the vampire’s clutches if he wanted to live.

“Drive, bitch.” I got in beside the demon, not bothering to admire the custom interior layout or the advanced mechanics of the vehicle.

Vice cranked the car to life, making my heart stutter like the engine.

“What weapons are we packing?” His hands trembled on the custom leather steering wheel. “You don’t just bust into a vampire coven and live. Well, I might, since I can poof on out of there, but you won’t.”

Trust the coward to try to get out of this with fear and manipulation tactics. I sunk into my chair, enjoying him squirm. Time for him to be on the receiving end for once after all the time he screwed people.

I grabbed his collar again. Tight. Hard. Unyielding. Depriving him of air again. “If you fucking weasel out of this and I somehow manage to live, I swear, I will kill you.”

“Fuck, Ace, I planned to live another thousand years.” The demon’s Ferrari sped off in a screech of tires that matched the urgency I felt in my bones to save my mate.

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