Burning Dawn
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“What took so long?” Whiskey demanded. Guess he’d gotten over his fear of Adrian.
A few minutes was “so long”? “The goodest surprises—” No way. No way she’d just said that. “I mean, the best surprises take time.” She once again donned her biggest and brightest smile as she set the glasses in the center of the table. Let the males pick their own. “Is there anything else I can get you? A bowl of nuts?” Your own knocked into your throats?
Violence without bloodshed. She could deal.
Her wrist was grabbed, and thrust under the nose of Vodka. “You smell especially sweet. What race are you?”
Shut your big, fat mouth hole! she almost screamed as she searched for Adrian. Had he overheard? When she saw that he was across the room, oblivious, she yanked free of the Fae’s hold. He was stronger than her, obviously, and could have held on, and she wouldn’t have been able to do a thing about it, but he let her go.
“I’m, like, totally human.” Just drop it. Please, just drop it.
Laugher met the pronouncement, and she nearly had a heart attack. These Grade A jerkwads could ruin her.
“Thane would never force his valued clientele to slum it with a lowly human,” Whiskey said.
Going for calm and confident rather than scared and sickly, she arched a brow. “You know him so well, then? You chat with him regularly?”
He flinched, clearly embarrassed to be called out in front of his friends. Douchey Fae: 0. Elin: 1. And now, Subject Death Trap was closed.
Yeah, but the jewels...the bakery.
She’d lost the bet, no question, but she wasn’t sorry. A dead girl couldn’t live her dreams. “So...no nuts?” she asked, flashing another grin.
“I can’t imagine Thane has plans to bed you.” Surprise Me stroked his chin with long, lean fingers. “But that’s the only reason someone like you would dare to speak to us in such a fashion.”
His condescending tone annoyed her, but she managed to maintain her grin. If there was one lesson that had been hammered home while living with the Phoenix, it was to act as if she was too stupid to realize when she’d been insulted, even while she was dying inside.
“No, really, how well do you know him? Because I’ve been here less than a week, and I’d love to learn more about him.”
Sadly, it was true.
Vodka rolled his eyes. “If you survive the entire week, I’ll pledge my life to my new king and queen without a single qualm.”
The three returned to their conversation.
Crisis averted.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned away with every intention of finding one of the girls and asking for a different table. Throwing in the towel? Waving the white flag? Pathetic!
All at once, the entire club went quiet, even the music seeming to fade into the background.
The reason why strode through the bar as if he owned it. Because he did.
Thane had arrived.
It was her first sighting since MOP, the Massacre of the Phoenix, and it utterly stole her breath. He wore a long robe made of brilliant white fabric that should have hidden his strength but somehow only accentuated every luscious swell of muscle he possessed. Innocent blond curls framed the wicked beauty of his face, the savage contrast enough to intrigue the deadest of hearts.
I’m not intrigued and I’m not affected. I’m not, dang it.
His electric blues scanned the sea of customers, only to stop abruptly on Elin. As if lit by a match, his expression heated.
For a moment, she wondered if he’d finally learned the truth about her. If he was going to arrest her in front of all these people and escort her to the Courtyard of Horrors. Tremors struck her like bolts of lightning. Then his gaze stroked over her scantily clad curves leisurely, as if he’d found something worth further study, and she shivered.
Um...was that arousal she’d seen?
Just like that, the world around her vanished. There was only Thane and mutual animal attraction. The air seemed to charge with molten electricity, and her neglected body cried out. One touch. Just one.
“Thane,” she whispered, and his gaze jerked up to her face. The heat she’d seen before? Nothing compared to this. Fire that scorched, even from this distance.
She licked her suddenly tingling lips. A low growl sprang from him. He took a step toward her. She didn’t mean to, but she took a step toward him. One touch. Just one. Then he stilled, not even seeming to breathe. His expression hardened, and his hands fisted at his sides.
He turned away, effectively dismissing her.
A heavy breath deflated her lungs. She was dismissed. And so freaking easily.
The sting of rejection jolted her back to awareness. She was in a club. A club filled with immortals—his club. People were watching her with avid curiosity now. People who had seen him seduce hundreds...perhaps thousands...of other women.
Elin raised her chin. I didn’t want him anyway. One touch? Never.
“Gorgeous,” a dragon-shifter gasped. He reached out and ghosted his fingertips along the curve of Thane’s wing.
No fair, she thought with a longing she couldn’t deny, even now.
Thane reacted immediately, snatching the guy’s wrist and breaking it with a single squeeze. A pained howl scraped at her ears, making her cringe. Adrian appeared at the injured man’s side, taking him by the scruff and hauling him out of the club.
The entire scene played out in three seconds, tops.
O-kay, then. Wings: off-limits.
And there was no reason to make a mental note of that, since she’d already decided not to touch Thane, or to let him touch her, ever.
He resumed his walk through the club, stopping to address a table of Harpies. Elin couldn’t make out the words that were spoken, but whatever he said after the introductions caused each of the females to gape. Had he issued a death threat? His expression was harsh, determined.
Then he held out his hand to the tallest and strongest at the table. A striking blonde.
Blondie willingly placed her fingers in his, and, ever the gentleman, he helped her stand.
Not a death threat, but a seduction. A lance of something hot branded the center of Elin’s chest. Anger? Jealousy? A measure of both? Yeah. Nailed it.
Thane led the woman out of the bar.
To his special room?
That quickly? That easily?
Elin gripped her tray with so much force the board cracked down the center.
Startled, she peered down at the two jagged halves. She was that jealous? No, impossible. She didn’t know the man, and certainly didn’t want him for her own.
A few minutes was “so long”? “The goodest surprises—” No way. No way she’d just said that. “I mean, the best surprises take time.” She once again donned her biggest and brightest smile as she set the glasses in the center of the table. Let the males pick their own. “Is there anything else I can get you? A bowl of nuts?” Your own knocked into your throats?
Violence without bloodshed. She could deal.
Her wrist was grabbed, and thrust under the nose of Vodka. “You smell especially sweet. What race are you?”
Shut your big, fat mouth hole! she almost screamed as she searched for Adrian. Had he overheard? When she saw that he was across the room, oblivious, she yanked free of the Fae’s hold. He was stronger than her, obviously, and could have held on, and she wouldn’t have been able to do a thing about it, but he let her go.
“I’m, like, totally human.” Just drop it. Please, just drop it.
Laugher met the pronouncement, and she nearly had a heart attack. These Grade A jerkwads could ruin her.
“Thane would never force his valued clientele to slum it with a lowly human,” Whiskey said.
Going for calm and confident rather than scared and sickly, she arched a brow. “You know him so well, then? You chat with him regularly?”
He flinched, clearly embarrassed to be called out in front of his friends. Douchey Fae: 0. Elin: 1. And now, Subject Death Trap was closed.
Yeah, but the jewels...the bakery.
She’d lost the bet, no question, but she wasn’t sorry. A dead girl couldn’t live her dreams. “So...no nuts?” she asked, flashing another grin.
“I can’t imagine Thane has plans to bed you.” Surprise Me stroked his chin with long, lean fingers. “But that’s the only reason someone like you would dare to speak to us in such a fashion.”
His condescending tone annoyed her, but she managed to maintain her grin. If there was one lesson that had been hammered home while living with the Phoenix, it was to act as if she was too stupid to realize when she’d been insulted, even while she was dying inside.
“No, really, how well do you know him? Because I’ve been here less than a week, and I’d love to learn more about him.”
Sadly, it was true.
Vodka rolled his eyes. “If you survive the entire week, I’ll pledge my life to my new king and queen without a single qualm.”
The three returned to their conversation.
Crisis averted.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned away with every intention of finding one of the girls and asking for a different table. Throwing in the towel? Waving the white flag? Pathetic!
All at once, the entire club went quiet, even the music seeming to fade into the background.
The reason why strode through the bar as if he owned it. Because he did.
Thane had arrived.
It was her first sighting since MOP, the Massacre of the Phoenix, and it utterly stole her breath. He wore a long robe made of brilliant white fabric that should have hidden his strength but somehow only accentuated every luscious swell of muscle he possessed. Innocent blond curls framed the wicked beauty of his face, the savage contrast enough to intrigue the deadest of hearts.
I’m not intrigued and I’m not affected. I’m not, dang it.
His electric blues scanned the sea of customers, only to stop abruptly on Elin. As if lit by a match, his expression heated.
For a moment, she wondered if he’d finally learned the truth about her. If he was going to arrest her in front of all these people and escort her to the Courtyard of Horrors. Tremors struck her like bolts of lightning. Then his gaze stroked over her scantily clad curves leisurely, as if he’d found something worth further study, and she shivered.
Um...was that arousal she’d seen?
Just like that, the world around her vanished. There was only Thane and mutual animal attraction. The air seemed to charge with molten electricity, and her neglected body cried out. One touch. Just one.
“Thane,” she whispered, and his gaze jerked up to her face. The heat she’d seen before? Nothing compared to this. Fire that scorched, even from this distance.
She licked her suddenly tingling lips. A low growl sprang from him. He took a step toward her. She didn’t mean to, but she took a step toward him. One touch. Just one. Then he stilled, not even seeming to breathe. His expression hardened, and his hands fisted at his sides.
He turned away, effectively dismissing her.
A heavy breath deflated her lungs. She was dismissed. And so freaking easily.
The sting of rejection jolted her back to awareness. She was in a club. A club filled with immortals—his club. People were watching her with avid curiosity now. People who had seen him seduce hundreds...perhaps thousands...of other women.
Elin raised her chin. I didn’t want him anyway. One touch? Never.
“Gorgeous,” a dragon-shifter gasped. He reached out and ghosted his fingertips along the curve of Thane’s wing.
No fair, she thought with a longing she couldn’t deny, even now.
Thane reacted immediately, snatching the guy’s wrist and breaking it with a single squeeze. A pained howl scraped at her ears, making her cringe. Adrian appeared at the injured man’s side, taking him by the scruff and hauling him out of the club.
The entire scene played out in three seconds, tops.
O-kay, then. Wings: off-limits.
And there was no reason to make a mental note of that, since she’d already decided not to touch Thane, or to let him touch her, ever.
He resumed his walk through the club, stopping to address a table of Harpies. Elin couldn’t make out the words that were spoken, but whatever he said after the introductions caused each of the females to gape. Had he issued a death threat? His expression was harsh, determined.
Then he held out his hand to the tallest and strongest at the table. A striking blonde.
Blondie willingly placed her fingers in his, and, ever the gentleman, he helped her stand.
Not a death threat, but a seduction. A lance of something hot branded the center of Elin’s chest. Anger? Jealousy? A measure of both? Yeah. Nailed it.
Thane led the woman out of the bar.
To his special room?
That quickly? That easily?
Elin gripped her tray with so much force the board cracked down the center.
Startled, she peered down at the two jagged halves. She was that jealous? No, impossible. She didn’t know the man, and certainly didn’t want him for her own.
