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“No, you totally are,” Tanner cuts in. His laugh is hard. “She fucking turned you down and it is driving you crazy. Oh man, I knew I liked her.”
“She still wants me, asshat,” I tell him. “I kissed her tonight because I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t …” I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. Can I see her or not?”
Ruin looks at Horan, but the angel is focused on me.
His amber eyes are very mild. “You can go in. But if you wake her up, or if I hear any tears, I will escort you out myself.”
It feels like being back on a level playing field. I smirk and stalk past him to the door.
“And, Caine?”
I turn. “Yeah?”
He smiles. “I like the new tattoo.”
My hand moves to my throat before I can lower my fingers back to my side. “I’m trying to embrace my demon.”
The smile fades. “As are we all. But the woman behind that door,” his eyes fill with heavenly fire, “I believe she already has.”
Chapter 26
Onyx
I roll over and stretch, my body languid from a heavy sleep. A cool sheet shifts along the sleek fabric covering me to my waist.
Eyes opening, I look down at a midnight and gold silk top and matching shorts.
They are high end, ultra-soft, but still sexy with the gold lace climbing each side of my thighs.
“You seemed cold, and I did not know what hotel you were staying at.”
The voice is mild from behind me.
I turn.
Caine is in the chair I was originally tied to. In a black tee and jeans, his neck tattoo is even more badass with his black hair once more like a silken fringe over his forehead. His crimson eyes are dim as he watches me.
Shifting in the bed, I sit up and face him. “Hey.”
He doesn’t smile, merely rises to his feet. “I’m not supposed to disturb you. I’ll let you lay back down.”
He starts to the door and my heart races. “Caine.”
His lean frame goes taut in the center of the floor, but he doesn’t turn around.
“Caine.” I start to scoot from the bed. To go to him. At the sound of all the shifting, he peers back at me and scoffs.
“Lay down, damn it, or Horan will stab me with his damn sword,” he says as he walks back over.
I stop moving as he nears the bed. When he is a few feet away, I settle back into place and pillow my head on my hand. “Then don’t leave and I will stay laying down.”
His eyes roll and he moves to go back to the chair.
I lean up. “Caine, I don’t bite.”
The first flicker of luminosity colors his irises. “Maybe I do.”
I shiver and watch him as he drops onto the other side of the bed. He draws one knee up before him, the position casual. But somehow it still looks like he is posing for some calendar spread.
