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His massive chest is inches from me, pecs pushing at the slightly damp fabric covering him. I try not to inhale his scent, but wind up sucking it into my nostrils like an addict with blow. Heat pools between my thighs as I stare up at him. I clench them and my teeth together.
“Vic is my guardian on paper only.” I grit the words out.
His dark eyes go bottomless. Vast. “How old are you?”
I flush. “What does that—”
“How old?”
My teeth grind. “Twenty-one.”
The weight of that gaze trails from the sway of hair over my forehead—down. “You knew what he was doing. You knew it was illegal ...”
I push at him, hating the confusion in his voice. It’s not the same emotion in me. No. That’s self-loathing. “What should I have done? Take a page from your fucking book and kill people? Kill him?”
His teeth bare. “I protect humanity from yourselves,” he hisses. “If a supernatural is out of control, do you think the government calls your kind? No. They call ours.” The inch I managed to budge him disappears. “Your uncle was in the middle of a big deal with a supplier of Brightex. A new strain of Brighterion. One of the only chemicals that can put my kind down for any length of time.”
My heart slams. “I thought nothing could do—”
The twist of his lips is more a grimace than a smile. “We are damn near invincible, Lilah. But even we can be killed. Hurt.” His eyes track over my face. “I buried too many of my kind this last month. Brightex is a poison. One designed to target the supernatural cells in our bodies.” His head shakes. “I need to know where Vic’s main office is.”
I blink. “At Carnage.”
He just glares at me.
My hands fly in annoyance. “I swear. It’s the only one I know of.”
His big body moves away, pacing across the dove-grey flooring in long strides. He’s barely contained violence. Grace and sexuality—
I stop the thought before it goes farther.
“That office was clean. Wiped of all information. Even the desktop was blank.”
Whoa.
My brows furrow. “I don’t understand ...” I start to pace too. As we pass each other in the middle of the floor, his arm brushes mine in a velvet caress that shoots to my toes. My breathing hitches. I clamp my arms around my waist to keep from doing it again. “Unless he knew about you guys—or the raid ...”
“He had no reason to wipe the system,” the captain finishes, looking at me.
I can only nod.
His shoulders roll, and every muscle on his torso ripples with the motion. ““Look, you’re safe here ... Considering.” He amends as my brows arch. “Just stick to the main part of the house and don’t go outside without one of the others. Anything you need, dial star seven on the phone.” I glance over at the old style handheld when he points. He moves to leave.
I lunge. His skin is cooler than mine, but like warm, muscled silk under my palm. He peers down at me, dark eyes flowing to gold. My lips part at the strange play of color, like the sun is peeking through the veil of midnight. I pull back.
“How long am I stuck here?” I ask.
“Until this is over,” he says, jaw hardening. He walks to the door, and this time I don’t stop him.
Chapter 11
Ruin
I lean against the wall outside Lilah’s room, gums fucking aching and my eyes shining with darkling light. It takes everything in me to keep my irises from blazing like beacons of bloodlust and desire. My leathers are too tight, constricting my swollen length. I shift, trying to relieve the pressure. Her scent has filled the fucking room in a damn cloud. One I want to strip naked in and let it soak into my fucking skin.
“Goddess, what is wrong with me?” I groan as my heartbeat fills my member. It pulses, just like it would if I was buried inside her.
Her jeans and that slim tank don’t help. They cling to her curves, offering glimpses of her plump rear and the soft curve of her stomach. One I want to sink my teeth into and trail little bites down to her slick center and ...
