Page 6 of Hellish Fae
Hate burns through my chest, but my mouth is the only weapon I have right now.
So of course, I keep on using it.
I lift my chin to him, my voice a breathy wanting whisper that I didn’t even know I was still capable of. “You keep talking about my mouth like that, and Golden Boy is gonna get jealous.”
Mr. Tall, Dark, and Annoying glances over at Golden Boy from beneath his permanently lowered eyebrows. A moment of glaring frustration passes over his face before it’s broken.
“She’s right. I am starting to feel like I’m getting the shaft in our three-way relationship here, Zav.” Golden Boy’s deep amber eyes shine with haunting amusement.
“I fucking hate Fridays,” Zav whispers on a tired exhale before he harshly releases my chin, turns, and strides down the street like he isn’t associated with us at all. “Grab our luggage. I’m not dealing with a fallen this early in the morning,” the asshole hollers back over his white wings.
The sweet one looks down on me like I’m a piece of toilet paper littering the road.
“I’ll carry you and answer your questions if you don’t let that creepy shadow thing rip out of your face again,” he bargains.
I consider him for a minute. His smooth chest is California sun-bronzed, lined with solid strength and too much perfection for a girl to ever whine about being carried by him.
But I’ll give it a good effort.
“Fine, but I want to be cradled, not manhandled.” I flick my lashes, staring up and down his body like my demands are to be met without rebuttal.
He never agrees, but his slow smile and the shine in his amber eyes say more than I think he ever will. He bends at the waist and scoops me up in all my muddy glory. “Most fallen angels I meet don’t have much bite left in them, but I guess you didn’t earn your hellacious wings for nothing.”
His warm breath fans across my cheek as he carries me down the quiet street. He’s focused on his friend’s back, but I can’t look away from him or ignore the strange words he just said to me.
“You think I’m a fallen . . .”
He glances down at me, studying me before staring deeply into my eyes.
“Your eyes are incredible. Like actual silver at the edges,” he whispers, heat coating his words. They wash through me like it used to when someone admitted how pretty I was.
No one’s complimented me in years, and instead of preening the way I once did, I look away from him. The pavement holds my gaze, and I try to think through the mess I’ve made.
Again.Catherine chimes in.
God. I thought she’d dozed off.
At least now you’re getting out for a bit,my parasite scoffs.
Yeah . . . I’ve been arrested. This doesn’t exactly count as a fucking field trip, Catherine.
My jaw clenches, and the warmth of the hard body pressed against me shifts beneath my thighs and arms.
“What’s your name?” he asks. This time, when he looks down at me, his dark watchful gaze slips to my lips for the briefest moment. I feel the attention burn along my skin.
“Aries.” My spine’s stiff, and my arms are straight down at my sides in the most uncomfortable position. It’d be easy to melt into him, lean against his shoulder a little.
But that’s not going to happen.
He might be carrying me, but I’m not weak.
Okay, I’m really tired from our struggle and need to get a nap in today, but I’m notthatweak.
“I’m Damien,” he says in that delicious rasping tone, as if I asked.
I probably should have. But I’m apparently shit at talking to people now. That’s what happens when your best friend lets you lead the conversation all the time. Alexa is follower. A little quiet, too. I guess I’ve lost touch with how to communicate with regular society.
You think?A snarky voice at the back of my mind chirps.
