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Her excitement fuels mine. Blood pools in my groin and I fight to remain in place. To keep from asking to taste her while she watches. Veronica’s fingers dip to the band of her thong out of my peripheral.
Lilah turns to me. “Bathroom?”
It’s such an abrupt question, that I’m left staring. “Umm... End of the hall—”
She’s up and moving to the door before I can finish. Davin pushes in right behind her, his lascivious smile disappearing as he takes in the otherwise empty room.
He tuts. “Damn, Cap. What’d you do to the girl?”
I stand and take the tray before shoving him back out into the hall. “Go.”
He does with another sad expression my way, and a hell of a lot of muttering. “Hell, if Captain Wade can’t get the girl, what hope is there for the rest of us?”
As the door closes behind him and I sit back down, just the rap music, dancing shifter, and an empty room, I am forced to ask myself the same question.
Chapter 20
Lilah
I stare at myself in the mirror, cheeks hot and my eyes almost glassy. Bright. Too bright.
It wasn’t the woman. Not really. It was wanting to do what she was doing. For Ruin. A slow, sensual dance. Knowing he is on the other side of the glass, watching ...
My hands clamp harder over the cool porcelain of the sink. Everything tingles. And it’s more than the alcohol, more than the thump of the music, or the sights and smells.
It’s Ruin.
The man is a whirlwind of power. He blows into your life and leaves you in a limp, panting mess when he goes.
Raina said to find something or someone I want and go for it. To do something forme. And holy hell do I want him.
Ruin is what I want. However I can get him.
Despite my determination, it takes a lot of cool water splashed on my face and neck to get me back in the room with Ruin. He is nursing a drink when I walk inside, and, thankfully, the half-naked woman is gone.
“Veronica is off for the rest of the night,” he says.
I nod. Scrubbing my damp hands on my skirt, I walk back to the couch and sit down. He offers me a glass, but I shake my head. “I should probably slow down.”
His lips curve. “Afraid I’ll take advantage of you?” He presses the glass to his lip.
I huff. “Only if I’m lucky,” I mutter, forgetting he has heightened hearing.
He inhales liquor and chokes. My face flames and I scramble for some of the bar napkins as he coughs and sputters. I hand the stack to him. He dabs at his chin and throat, eyes wild. “What?”
Oh god. Oh god.
I look at him, mind racing. “What do you like about being a supernatural?” I ask quickly.
He peers at me, eyes still a little too wide. “Wait...” Then, his head shakes with a masculine sigh. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it, I guess.” Still, his dark eyes are wary now.
“Really?” I tease, trying to cover my slip. “Fine. What is the best part about being avampire?”
His head tilts. “Well ... The speed is nice. The strength too.”
I snicker. “That’s such a guy answer.”
He glowers. “Okay, smart-ass, if you were a vampire, what would be your favorite part?” He raises the glass.
