Darkness, Kindled
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What had she done now?
“Sure thing.” Trey held up his hands almost like he was surrendering. “I’ve got training this morning, anyway.
I’ll catch you guys later.”
As soon as the front door slammed shut, Ari braced her hands on her hips. “What was that about?” she demanded snippily.
Jai pushed himself off the wall and took a few short, anger-infused steps toward her. His perused her body meaningfully before coming up to her face. “What are you wearing?”
Feeling sideswiped, Ari glanced down at her nightie. “Uh … a nightie?”
“Where are your pajamas?”
She quirked an eyebrow at his caustic tone, not at all impressed. “Probably in my drawer.”
“Why are you wearing that instead of them?”
“I just bought it. I liked it.” She shrugged. Truthfully, she’d bought it to try and entice Jai. It was a short lilac silk nightie with a low neckline trimmed in lace. The hem, which barely covered her ass, was trimmed in lace too. She’d bought five in different colors.
Ari wasn’t going to tell him that, though.
Unease crept over her as Jai’s face grew even darker. She’d thrown it on last night because it was the closest thing at hand, and she’d been too sleepy that morning to think about what she was wearing. Crap.
“Jesus Christ, Ari, it barely covers anything,” he snapped. “Can you not wear it in front of my best friend?”
Double crap.
“It’s just Trey,” she argued, trying to make it seem not so bad. “He’s like a brother.”
“Except he’s not. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t see you as a sister.” Jai’s jaw clenched. “You may be friends but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate a hot girl when he sees one.”
Feeling a little resentful, Ari turned away from him to put the rest of her water back in the refrigerator. “At least someone thinks I’m hot,” she mumbled under breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“No. I heard what you said.” She detected a deepening anger in his voice. “What the hell does that mean?”
Ari’s shoulders hunched up at the question, not sure she was ready to talk this out with him after all, but saved by the bell, Jai’s cell rang. He cursed in frustration before answering it.
Turning around, she watched him as his one-word answers gave nothing away. “I’ll be right there,” he finally said.
He hung up and looked at her, his mien grave. “That was Michael. He needs my help on something, but when I get back, we’ll talk.”
Great.
“Can’t wait,” she answered sarcastically.
With an unamused sigh, Jai stepped back into the Peripatos.
Stomach in knots over their disagreement, Ari rushed to her room to shower. Having lived with Jai temporarily months ago when they first met, Ari already knew some things about him. He was incredibly organized and tidy and he didn’t have a lot of stuff.
Ari, on the other hand, liked to nest, so she’d bought a lot for the house using her Guild Hunter money. Jai didn’t say anything as she gradually filled what had been a fairly modern but masculine home with little girly knickknacks—cushions, candles, ornaments, vases …
They didn’t share a bathroom so she hadn’t been introduced to the intimacy of that, but she had on occasion watched him as he shaved. She knew he made his bed every morning like a soldier, that his bedroom was filled with two things—clothes and books—that he ate well—protein shakes, fruit, nuts, oatmeal, vegetables, grilled chicken, fish—and that he rolled his eyes every time he took in Ari and Trey’s side of the refrigerator—pizza, burgers, pudding, diet soda. She knew he worked out every day for two hours and if he worked out longer than that, something was bothering him. Sometimes she got that something out of him; other times he just pulled her onto the sofa and switched on a movie. All these things she knew and yet she still felt like she didn’t really know him. He was holding back and she didn’t know why, and the thought of talking about it scared the hell out of her because she was so terrified he was going to tell her this had all been a huge mistake.
Trembling at the thought, Ari got
out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. When she stepped out into her room, the steam cleared and the sight that greeted her knocked the wind right out of her.
“Looking good, Ari.” Charlie
grinned at her from where he lounged on her bed. The grin was wide but not wide enough to reach his eyes. “Nice towel.”
***
Once Ari had picked up her jaw from the floor, Charlie felt a tingle of magic in the air seconds before the towel was gone and replaced by jeans and a T-shirt. He felt a flicker of annoyance that she’d cover up around him—as if she wasn’t safe from him. He snorted inwardly.
Who was he kidding? Of course she wasn’t safe from him.
With less difficulty than before,
Charlie managed to keep his expression blank as Ari took a step toward him, whispering his name. He felt the familiar ache in his chest whenever he was around her. Would it kill her to stop being so beautiful and caring just long enough for him to get through this? He didn’t want her to care. Fallon had died caring about him.
Feeling the fury build in his blood, Charlie dropped his gaze, trying to control the rage.
What happened to Fallon was not happening to Ari.
The plan had been to stay low, to figure out what his next move would be now that he was a fugitive and had a chunk of Mount Qaf emerald in his possession. There were options. After he’d killed the Labartu, he’d gone somewhere dark, started thinking some pretty shitty things about Ari. After a week of hiding out, he’d begun to feel a little normal again and realized that they’d all been right. The emerald had changed him. But he wasn’t giving it up. He was, however, intent on giving up Ari. He harbored some deep resentment against her, resentment he feared would one day get the best of him. Thus, all the options he’d drawn up … well, not one of them had included her ever being in his life again.
But then the Ghulah found him.
“Charlie, what are you doing here?”
Ari asked in a low, panicked voice.
He sighed as though bored, as if being in the same room with her, smelling her perfume, seeing a pair of her panties lying on the floor didn’t do a number on him. Just because he resented her, didn’t mean he wasn’t still attracted to her.
“Sure thing.” Trey held up his hands almost like he was surrendering. “I’ve got training this morning, anyway.
I’ll catch you guys later.”
As soon as the front door slammed shut, Ari braced her hands on her hips. “What was that about?” she demanded snippily.
Jai pushed himself off the wall and took a few short, anger-infused steps toward her. His perused her body meaningfully before coming up to her face. “What are you wearing?”
Feeling sideswiped, Ari glanced down at her nightie. “Uh … a nightie?”
“Where are your pajamas?”
She quirked an eyebrow at his caustic tone, not at all impressed. “Probably in my drawer.”
“Why are you wearing that instead of them?”
“I just bought it. I liked it.” She shrugged. Truthfully, she’d bought it to try and entice Jai. It was a short lilac silk nightie with a low neckline trimmed in lace. The hem, which barely covered her ass, was trimmed in lace too. She’d bought five in different colors.
Ari wasn’t going to tell him that, though.
Unease crept over her as Jai’s face grew even darker. She’d thrown it on last night because it was the closest thing at hand, and she’d been too sleepy that morning to think about what she was wearing. Crap.
“Jesus Christ, Ari, it barely covers anything,” he snapped. “Can you not wear it in front of my best friend?”
Double crap.
“It’s just Trey,” she argued, trying to make it seem not so bad. “He’s like a brother.”
“Except he’s not. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t see you as a sister.” Jai’s jaw clenched. “You may be friends but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate a hot girl when he sees one.”
Feeling a little resentful, Ari turned away from him to put the rest of her water back in the refrigerator. “At least someone thinks I’m hot,” she mumbled under breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“No. I heard what you said.” She detected a deepening anger in his voice. “What the hell does that mean?”
Ari’s shoulders hunched up at the question, not sure she was ready to talk this out with him after all, but saved by the bell, Jai’s cell rang. He cursed in frustration before answering it.
Turning around, she watched him as his one-word answers gave nothing away. “I’ll be right there,” he finally said.
He hung up and looked at her, his mien grave. “That was Michael. He needs my help on something, but when I get back, we’ll talk.”
Great.
“Can’t wait,” she answered sarcastically.
With an unamused sigh, Jai stepped back into the Peripatos.
Stomach in knots over their disagreement, Ari rushed to her room to shower. Having lived with Jai temporarily months ago when they first met, Ari already knew some things about him. He was incredibly organized and tidy and he didn’t have a lot of stuff.
Ari, on the other hand, liked to nest, so she’d bought a lot for the house using her Guild Hunter money. Jai didn’t say anything as she gradually filled what had been a fairly modern but masculine home with little girly knickknacks—cushions, candles, ornaments, vases …
They didn’t share a bathroom so she hadn’t been introduced to the intimacy of that, but she had on occasion watched him as he shaved. She knew he made his bed every morning like a soldier, that his bedroom was filled with two things—clothes and books—that he ate well—protein shakes, fruit, nuts, oatmeal, vegetables, grilled chicken, fish—and that he rolled his eyes every time he took in Ari and Trey’s side of the refrigerator—pizza, burgers, pudding, diet soda. She knew he worked out every day for two hours and if he worked out longer than that, something was bothering him. Sometimes she got that something out of him; other times he just pulled her onto the sofa and switched on a movie. All these things she knew and yet she still felt like she didn’t really know him. He was holding back and she didn’t know why, and the thought of talking about it scared the hell out of her because she was so terrified he was going to tell her this had all been a huge mistake.
Trembling at the thought, Ari got
out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. When she stepped out into her room, the steam cleared and the sight that greeted her knocked the wind right out of her.
“Looking good, Ari.” Charlie
grinned at her from where he lounged on her bed. The grin was wide but not wide enough to reach his eyes. “Nice towel.”
***
Once Ari had picked up her jaw from the floor, Charlie felt a tingle of magic in the air seconds before the towel was gone and replaced by jeans and a T-shirt. He felt a flicker of annoyance that she’d cover up around him—as if she wasn’t safe from him. He snorted inwardly.
Who was he kidding? Of course she wasn’t safe from him.
With less difficulty than before,
Charlie managed to keep his expression blank as Ari took a step toward him, whispering his name. He felt the familiar ache in his chest whenever he was around her. Would it kill her to stop being so beautiful and caring just long enough for him to get through this? He didn’t want her to care. Fallon had died caring about him.
Feeling the fury build in his blood, Charlie dropped his gaze, trying to control the rage.
What happened to Fallon was not happening to Ari.
The plan had been to stay low, to figure out what his next move would be now that he was a fugitive and had a chunk of Mount Qaf emerald in his possession. There were options. After he’d killed the Labartu, he’d gone somewhere dark, started thinking some pretty shitty things about Ari. After a week of hiding out, he’d begun to feel a little normal again and realized that they’d all been right. The emerald had changed him. But he wasn’t giving it up. He was, however, intent on giving up Ari. He harbored some deep resentment against her, resentment he feared would one day get the best of him. Thus, all the options he’d drawn up … well, not one of them had included her ever being in his life again.
But then the Ghulah found him.
“Charlie, what are you doing here?”
Ari asked in a low, panicked voice.
He sighed as though bored, as if being in the same room with her, smelling her perfume, seeing a pair of her panties lying on the floor didn’t do a number on him. Just because he resented her, didn’t mean he wasn’t still attracted to her.
