Part 32
“Angel. Sit down. Please.”
Cordelia spoke the words through gritted teeth. They’d arrived in L.A. ahead of schedule, Angel’s speed-demon driving combined with the late-night lack of traffic had brought them careening into the Wolfram & Hart parking lot two hours before Wesley and the rest of the crew would arrive.
Cordy’s excitement at seeing everyone had worn off slightly in the face of Angel’s agitation. Despite her attempts to calm him and redirect his nervousness on the way home, he remained more unsettled than a wild tiger caged for the first time. Cordy was surprised that the carpet beneath his feet hadn’t worn through already.
They’d administered one additional tranquilizer to Connor when he’d begun to stir and the young man was out cold once again, down for what would probably be at least another three hours.
Cordy’s frown grew deeper when Angel completely ignored her words. Standing, she walked over and planted herself directly in his path. Just as she’d suspected, he halted abruptly in front of her as if he hadn’t seen her, then looked down at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
“What?” He sounded annoyed.
Cordy raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Obsessive much?”
“Huh?”
“You’ve been pacing for a half hour now, and you would’ve been pacing in the car if you could’ve. We have Connor, Angel. He’s safe, if a little out of it right now. It’ll work out. You just need to give it up for a little bit. Let your mind rest.”
“I can’t, Cordy,” he said agitatedly, and walked around her as he resumed his pacing. “He’s my son. I can’t mess this up.”
She grabbed his arm, pulling him to a halt again. Reaching a hand up, she turned his jaw so that his eyes looked down into hers. “You won’t, Angel. You love him. You can’t hurt him like that. You won’t.”
“But I have before,” he argued.
She shook her head. “How was any of that your fault? Did you arrange for Wesley to kidnap him? Did you ask Holtz to take him to Quortoth? Did you set it up so Jasmine would seduce him?”
Angel’s frown grew deeper. “No.”
“Then it wasn’t your fault,” she answered. “Just like it wasn’t my fault when Jasmine hijacked me. If you keep holding onto it, it’ll eat you from the inside out, Angel. Believe me. I know.”
Her tone was wry, but Angel could hear the pain in it. Nodding, he reached down to grasp her hands, his thumbs brushing smooth skin on the back of each hand.
“I know it’ll work out, Cordy, I just keep forgetting. Things never seem to go right for me.”
She smiled up at him, leaning closer until her breasts brushed his chest. “Well, your luck has changed, cutie. Your soul is secure, your link to the Powers is back, and your son is safe in your care. All the rest? Itty bitty details.”
He smiled at her understatement. “I think a plot to kill me might be more than a minor detail.”
“Eh,” she scrunched up her nose in an expression of mild disagreement. “You’re a studly guy. You can handle it.”
Angel’s arms came up to pull her closer to him. “You think?”
“Yeah. I think.” Cordy looked up at him through lowered lashes. Needing to be closer to him, she slid up onto her tiptoes and leaned forward so that her breath brushed his face. Glazing eyes hungrily took in his bottom lip, then a tongue darted out to taste him. A long, slow swipe of her tongue made Angel shudder and pull her closer, crushing her mouth to his.
Whimpering, Cordy brought one leg up and wrapped it around his hip, trying to climb up his body to get closer to his mouth. Angel’s hands grasped her ass, pulling her warm center against him, her other leg wrapping around so that she straddled him. She cradled his head in her hands, her tongue dancing with his in a frenetic motion that made them both breathless.
A groan left Angel’s lips as he pulled his mouth away from hers and buried his mouth in her neck. He licked his mark, lingering there as he breathed in his scent permanently etched in her skin. Cordy shuddered, pulling him closer, her fingernails scratching his scalp lightly.
“We’ve gotta. . .” Angel trailed off when Cordy squeezed her legs around him and moved slightly, rubbing her pelvis against his.
“Gotta what?” she asked breathlessly, biting her lip as his hardened length rubbed her clit through two layers of clothing.
“Gotta find a . . .” he tried to say, but Cordy leaned down, snaking her tongue into his ear. “Gotta find a bed,” he finally finished. Angel ran his hands along the length of her thighs to her calves, pulling on her legs and setting her to the floor once he got her to loosen her grip. Cordy slid down the length of his body until her feet touched the floor, every nerve ending crying out as the move created a friction and heat that only promised more pleasure to come.
“Well, let’s find one then.” Eagerly, she undid the top button on his shirt, kissing the skin she revealed. Angel staggered backwards, pulling her along with him. Cordy kept her hands on his shirt, unbuttoning and licking her way down his chest as he moved, stumbling along after him.
Angel found his bedroom door in a matter of minutes and abruptly turned Cordy around, shoving her up against the closed portal, cupping her ass in his hands. He pulled her up against him, grinding his erection into her heat, and they both gasped. Cordy shoved at his shirt, the material sliding down his arms and bunching at the wrists until he finally let go of her and it dropped to the floor. Immediately, her hands reached for his fly, unbuttoning him and shoving his jeans and boxers to the floor, baring him to her hungry hands.
Hot, dark eyes bored into hers as she looked dazedly into his face. Her heart felt as though it would beat out of her chest as Angel turned the doorknob and they tumbled into his darkened bedroom. They fell in a heap at the foot of the bed and stayed there, not bothering to move any further.
Roughened hands worked magic on her breasts. White-hot sparkles of desire burst at every touch of his big fingers to her nipples, the lace of her bra scratching at the sensitive skin. Mouth falling open, Cordy let her eyes close and her back arch, pushing her breasts up into his hands as he kneaded them, their ample size filling his large palms.
“Thought you said you wanted a bed,” she whispered into his ear.
“Floor’s good.”
Angel had barely had the mental clarity to respond. Small, warm hands ran down his back and stroked his ass, nails scoring his skin in a way that made his muscles clench in pleasure. One hand reached around his hip, diving under him to cup him, stroking his hardening length until his mouth dropped open in a moan.
In retaliation, his mouth descended on her neck again, licking his mark, before moving down and sucking at the delicate skin on her collarbone. One-handed, he unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders and pulling it from beneath her body. Her skirt and panties followed quickly until nearly every glorious, hot inch of her skin was flush against his. Only her bra remained.
Writhing against him, Cordelia twisted her arms underneath herself to unfasten her bra, hasty as she was to feel her breasts against his hard chest. Angel grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands out of the way, and worked his mouth down her chest until his nose brushed against the delicate lace of her only remaining undergarment. His nose brushed the tip of her breast, the nipple hardened and straining against the fabric.
Delicately, Angel’s tongue swept out and touched her, the contact making Cordy gasp. His tongue moved over her, stroking, the movement both muffled and enhanced by the lace of her bra. He worked in a movement that had no rhythm, alternating from gasp-inducing speed to agonizing slowness. Cordy’s only defense was her determination to make him just as crazy, yanking one hand away from his grasp, sneaking it down, stroking and touching in a way that had him thrusting against her hand.
Cordy lost all sense of strategy just a few moments later when Angel’s mouth closed fully around her sensitive nipple, sucking and biting through the fabric of her bra. She arched her back, a soft scream escaping her lips, as stars exploded behind her eyes. Reflexively, her hand tightened around him, and Angel growled against her breast, his face shifting into his demon.
Abruptly, the cool heat of his mouth was gone, and Cordy’s eyes flew open. Hazel eyes met yellow ones, and Angel’s growl of possessiveness was met by her own. If Cordy could’ve changed, she would’ve. In a way, she felt as though she had. Savagely, she yanked on the straps of her bra and ripped it off, saying without words that she was done with the preliminaries.
Angel slid up her body, every glistening inch of his form rubbing deliciously against hers until he was cradled in the heated junction of her thighs. Nuzzling her neck, he entered her in one long, slow, thick thrust that made Cordy growl with the pleasure of it. She spread her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist and using her heels to push him in deeper. Angel rocked against her, the hard floor giving him room to sink deep and stay there.
Sharp fangs scored Cordy’s skin, drawing blood to the surface. Angel’s tongue snaked out to lick up the drops, a rumble in his chest signaling his deep satisfaction with her taste. Cordy bucked up against him and Angel began to move, setting a rhythm that was both rough and secure. He brought his arms beneath her back, his palms resting on her shoulder blades, and cradled her in his arms as he sank his teeth deep into her neck. He drank her, the thick, warm extravagance of her blood heating him like none other had.
Cordy wasn’t about to be upstaged. Licking the salty drops of sweat from his skin, she bit down hard and pulled, her savageness tearing his skin slightly. A mewl of approval escaped her, his copperish blood teasing her taste buds. She sucked at the wound, drawing his blood into her mouth.
The feel of Cordy’s mouth at his neck was enough to make Angel throw his head back and roar, the animalistic yell echoing off the glass and stone walls of his bedroom. He rocked harder against her, growling, his eyes flashing in the darkness. Cordy met him for every thrust, and yet it still wasn’t enough.
With the speed of lightening, Angel pulled out of her and sat back, then pulled her out from underneath him and turned her around as if she were no more than a rag doll. He brought her to her knees, pulling her back in a sitting position against his thighs, bringing her calves back to rest along side his. Angel sat back on his heels, lifted her hips up, and then sheathed himself inside her once again.
Cordy hung on for dear life. His chest rubbed against her back, her skin slicked with sweat, her hair tangling and rubbing between them. Her legs weren’t long enough for her knees to rest on the floor beside his, so he controlled her movements with his big hands on her hips. With every downstroke, she slid down his thighs, her body weight pushing him deeper than he’d ever been before. He felt so huge inside her, his thick length stroking her so good it made her eyes cross. Her hands shot out, searching for something to hang onto, finally grasping the edge of the bed blindly. She leaned forward to balance herself, her fingers fisting in the thick comforter.
Finally, Angel gave her the edge she needed for fulfillment. One big hand snaked around to her stomach, spreading and holding there. The other hand dove around between her legs, his roughened fingers finding the swollen, slick folds of her sex. Matching the stroke of his hips against hers, his fingers danced on her flesh as stars exploded behind her eyelids.
Leaning forward, Angel sank his fangs into her shoulder, growling against her skin. The feel of her blood leaving her body again threw Cordelia over the edge, a scream ringing through the room as the orgasm overcame her. Angel’s shout echoed hers, his cool body exploding inside hers.
Panting, they sank to the hard floor, still joined, and spooned against each other. Cordy reached a hand back and stroked Angel’s cheek blindly, her fingers lovingly tracing the side of his face. His hand stroked her belly, the touches an unspoken declaration of their love.
Part 33
“Geez, you’d think you guys weren’t used to weird stuff happening,” Cordy commented a few hours later as the 5 pairs of shocked eyes stared back at her. Wesley’s face was the only one wearing a smile. Apparently he hadn’t wanted to spoil the surprise.
“C-Cordy?” Harmony breathed. “Cordy!” Her shriek made everybody cringe as the blonde vampiress shot across the room and lunged at her former best friend. “Oh. My. God! You were like, dead and everything!”
“Like, totally!” Spike muttered under his breath in a high, squeaky voice. Angel frowned at him but couldn’t suppress the twinkle in his eyes.
“Harm! Geez! Still need air here, kay?” Cordy shoved Harmony away from her, holding her friend at arms length. “Didn’t think you cared so much.”
Harmony put on a pained look. “Not care about my best friend in the whole world? My best friend who died? Cordy, do you really think so little of me?”
Cordy blinked in disbelief. Harmony was evil. A vampire who’d painted her toenails glitter pink and had tried to kill her in the same night. So yeah, she thought so little of her.
In the end, she just sighed and smiled tiredly. “It’s good to see you, too, Harm.”
Harmony squealed. “Oh my god. We have so much to talk about! There’s like totally juicy gossip around here. Especially about Wes and Freddy over there. We’ve totally gotta have a gab fest!”
“Maybe later.” Cordy pried Harmony’s fingers from her arms and turned to face the rest of her friends. “Hi, guys,” she said softly, her smile lighting up her face.
It was contagious, and the rest of them couldn’t help but smile back. Wesley stepped forward first, pulling Cordy into a tight hug.
“We missed you, Cordelia,” he whispered into her ear, then kissed her cheek.
She looked up at him, teary-eyed. “I missed you, too, smart guy. Talking on the phone just wasn’t the same thing.” Caressing his cheek, Cordy winked at him. “Ready to crack the books?”
Wes smiled back at her, a twinkle in his eye. “As always. Are you going to help me?”
“Pfft!” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “As if! Like I ever enjoyed the dusty, sneeze-inducing research boringness.”
“Oh, you know you loved it,” Gunn said, coming up to squeeze her in a bear hug. “You just wouldn’t admit it.”
“Hey! You lost the hair again!” A light rub to Gunn’s shiny head made him smile and duck away playfully.
“Yeah. Kinda ruined my look.”
“Needed the baldy goodness to be the badass lawyer?” she joked.
“Something like that. It’s good to have you back.” Gunn smiled at her, then moved out of the way so the rest of the gang could say hello.
A hug to Fred and a kiss on the cheek to Lorne was enough to make Cordy’s eyes tear again, and then she faced Spike.
“Hey, famous guy.”
“Famous?” he asked, his expressive eyebrows arching. “How’s that?”
“Hey, you’re totally legendary in heaven. What with the saving of the world and all.”
“They talk about me?” Sticking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans, Spike straightened up and let his trademark smirk grace his handsome face.
“Yup,” Cordy nodded, grinning. “I was up there almost a year after you saved the world and they were still talking about you. Totally hung up on the Spike worship. It was way cool. I was a celebrity because I knew you.”
She conveniently left out the part about how she was oblivious to it all until David said something, what with her crusade to be sent back and everything.
Angel rolled his eyes. “Please, Cordy. He doesn’t need the encouragement. His ego’s already twice the size of this room.”
“Like you’re Mr. Humility, Peaches.”
Angel glared at him. He opened his mouth to insult Spike back when Cordy stepped in front of him, putting her hand on his chest and glaring up at him warningly.
“Please, enough of the two-year-old bickering. I got enough of that with Xander back in Sunnydale. There are more important things to consider now.”
“Big apocalypse?” Fred asked. “Is that why they sent you back?”
“Something like that,” Cordy said, now completely serious. “I think we should go out for Mexican food. This is going to take awhile to explain.”
“But what about—” Angel’s hand fell on her arm as he spoke quietly. Turning to face him, Cordy found the apprehension in his eyes. Pulling him away from the group’s hearing, she stroked his hand, smiling up at him reassuringly.
“You can stay here if you want,” she said softly. “I can explain it to them without you.”
“But I want to be there.” They’d agreed that they wouldn’t reveal Connor’s parentage right away; it would make things too weird and leave too many questions. Angel was nervous that the gang wouldn’t buy Cordy’s story at face value.
“Maybe your place is with your son right now, Angel. There isn’t anything you can add that I can’t tell them myself.” Her expression added silently that she would make sure it all turned out well.
After a moment of silent battle, Angel finally nodded.
“Fill me in when you get back.”
“Of course.” Leaning up to kiss him gently, Cordy wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “It’ll be okay, Angel. He’ll be fine.”
Angel could only hug her back.
Part 34
Wesley looked at the young man on the other side of the two-way mirror. Connor was obviously agitated, the tranquilizers worn off and the effects making him jittery. He didn’t know where he was, didn’t know who held him or why. It was understandable that he’d be a little off.
“So you want me to interrogate him.” Wesley didn’t bother look at Angel as he spoke. Cordy had filled them in at the restaurant, and Wesley, even though he’d known most of it from their phone conversations, had still been floored by her story. He’d gotten the impression that Cordy was hiding something, though.
Angel cringed at Wesley’s choice of words. “I don’t know if I’d use the word ‘interrogate,’ Wesley. He’s not a criminal.”
“But he wants to kill you.”
“Yeah.”
“And I shouldn’t question him.”
“Oh, you should question him. Definitely.” Angel paused. “Just go easy on him. He doesn’t know anything that we know yet.”
Wesley was silent for a moment. “And what is it that we know?”
Angel frowned. He’d tried to explain it to Wesley, but some how the story had come out jumbled. It made sense that Wesley would be confused.
“Eve has this revenge scheme going. She wants me to suffer and die for killing Lindsay. She found Connor and she and her lover have trained him to kill me.”
“Connor has special abilities?”
Angel nodded. “It’s kinda complicated.”
“Humor me.” Wesley’s tone was dry.
Angel sighed. Telling one person wouldn’t hurt, and of everyone, Wesley was the best equipped to handle the information. Finally, he turned to Wesley and met the younger man’s eyes.
“He’s my son, Wes.”
Wes immediately did an admirable impression of a fish out of water. Cordy hadn’t said a word about this. “Come again?”
“He’s my son. Mine and Darla’s.”
“But you’re a vampire. You’re both vampires. And why do I not know this?”
“Again, it’s kinda complicated.”
Wesley scrutinized him with the concentration of a teenage boy studying a Playboy centerfold. “You are going to tell me eventually, of course.”
“Of course,” Angel agreed, turning back to the two-way mirror. His mouth set in a grim line as he watched Connor. “He doesn’t know he’s my son. I don’t want to traumatize him with it yet, so I need you to question him.”
“Very well.” Wesley didn’t like so many unanswered questions, but he knew that he’d probably wrung as much information out of Angel as he was going to for the time being. “Anything in particular you want me to ask?”
“Ask him about Eve and Jace, if he’ll talk about them. See if you can find out what exactly they plan to do.”
Wesley nodded, then moved towards the door. Angel grabbed his arm just before he went in. “Be careful with him, Wes. I just got him back.”
Wes only nodded again, then proceeded to enter the room. Connor’s head shot up the moment he noticed Wesley’s presence. Staring at Wesley neutrally, he leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms.
Casually, Wesley walked over to the table and sat down, making himself comfortable. He met Connor’s eyes.
“Can I get you anything? Soda? Coffee?”
Connor just stared back, his eyes nearly empty.
Wesley nodded at his silence. “Very well. My name is Wesley. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if that’s all right.”
“It’s not all right.” Connor’s voice was low, a thread of menace present.
Wesley just raised his eyebrows, poising his pen over the legal pad in front of him. Acting as if Connor hadn’t spoken, Wesley asked, “What is the last thing you remember?”
Connor’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t answer.
Wesley sighed. “Connor, this would go a lot easier if you cooperate.”
“I’m not telling you anything.” There was an underlying steel to Connor’s voice that made Wesley blink. For a moment, he sounded exactly like his father. “I have questions of my own. Until you answer them, I won’t tell you shit.”
Wesley just blinked at him again. Setting the legal pad down on the table, he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “What is it that you want to know?”
“Where am I, and why are you holding me?”
The older man frowned. What good it do to lie to the boy? It wouldn’t hurt to answer his questions, if only vaguely. “You’re at Wolfram & Hart. As for why you’re here, I’m not at liberty to say as of yet.”
At Wesley’s answer, Connor felt a flood of relief course through him. Finally, he knew the lay of the land. He was in the lion’s den. Wolfram & Hart, the law firm that his vampire target ran. The demon called Angel that Eve wanted him to kill.
Connor sneered at the older man and sat back as well, his face showing no doubt as to his disdain. “Big mistake, Wesley,” he drawled, making Wesley’s name sound like the profanest of words. “I know the score here. And I’m not going to tell you anything.”
Sighing, Wesley’s eyes softened. “I’m not asking you to tell me anything important. Anything you would consider important, anyway. I just want to make sure that the tranquilizers didn’t have any lasting effects. It’s standard procedure in a case like this.”
Wesley’s voice was calm and rational, soothing the young man in front of him. Connor stared at him suspiciously, but his shoulders relaxed somewhat and he slumped down in his chair.
“Fine.” Connor twirled the string on his sweatshirt hood absently, staring sightlessly down at the metal table top. “What do you want to know?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
Connor was silent for a moment before speaking. He supposed that revealing this much wouldn’t compromise him much. Wesley probably knew what had happened, anyway. “Last thing I remember is a dream I was having. I thought I woke up, but I don’t know what happened. Somehow my dream mixed with reality, I think, because the guy from my dream shot me with some kind of dart.”
With a jerk, Wesley straightened in his seat, immediately interested. “You dreamt about the man who shot you?”
Connor nodded.
“What did the man look like?”
A shrug lifted Connor’s shoulders. “Tall. Dark hair, broad shoulders. Been having these totally weird-ass dreams about him for months. Some kinda twilight zone crap or something. I’ve probably just been working too hard. Exhaustion does weird things to your brain, or so I’m told,” he said, thinking of Jace’s words at the football game last week.
“What are these dreams about?” Wesley tried to keep the excitement out of his voice.
For a moment, it seemed as though Connor had escaped to some other place in his mind. He started suddenly, jerking his mind out of the other place, and looked up at Wesley. “Um. . . I don’t know. Weird things. They’re like memories, almost. I’m in them, but I’m different. Psychotic and shit. And that guy I told you about is my father. A vampire, if you can believe that.” He laughed humorlessly and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Warily, he looked up at Wesley and a feeling of sharing too much suddenly swept over him.
“This figure is present in each of your dreams?”
Connor frowned at Wesley’s curiosity, his eyes narrowing. “What’s it to you? Last I checked, I wasn’t taking tranquilizers with my Flintstone vitamins. No connection to what you claim to be interested in.”
Wesley cleared his throat and fidgeted on the hard chair. It seemed that Connor wasn’t going to be very forthcoming about Jace and Eve’s plans. Maybe Cordelia’s plan was more appropriate. Connor did seem to have a moral code, despite his bad attitude at present. Appealing to his sense of right and wrong might be a safer route.
Standing abruptly, Wesley straightened the notebook on the table and pocketed his pen. “Very well, Connor. I can see that you aren’t willing to cooperate. I will—”
Wesley stopped abruptly when Connor’s face went white, his mouth dropping open as his wide eyes fixed on a point over Wesley’s left shoulder. Standing clumsily, Connor knocked over the chair and backed toward the wall, his eyes darting around the room.
“I can take it from here, Wes.” Angel’s deep voice seemed to reverberate around the room with the strength of a police siren. Connor jumped at the sound of his voice, retreating further still to the wall. His breathing and heartbeat regulated, though, and he closed his mouth, swallowing audibly.
“Very well, Angel. I’ll be nearby if you need anything. “ Wes gathered his things and left quietly. Angel stood near the door, his hands buried in his pants pockets.
“Y-You’re Angel?” Connor sounded as if someone were strangling him, the words were so hoarse. Suddenly, the lines of logic began to click into place. Eve wanted him to kill Angel, the vampire who ran Wolfram & Hart. This man claimed he was Angel. This man was the vampire from his dreams. That meant that—Connor’s brain suddenly stopped working.
“You’re the Angel that runs Wolfram & Hart?”
He nodded. “There are things going on here that you don’t know about, Connor.”
Angel’s son straightened his shoulders, fire creeping into his eyes. He stood defiantly, the trembling of his hands the only clue to his near-breakdown. “Who the hell are you?” he whispered.
The vampire sighed, his eyes tired. “I’m your father.”
Part 35
“Where the hell is he?”
Absently, Jace admired the way Eve could enunciate so well through clenched teeth. God, she was beautiful when she was angry. It was too bad he didn’t give a shit anymore.
That ritual yesterday had changed him. More than just physically. He’d seen her standing there, that smug grin on her face as he was being flayed alive for her. And yet not once did he see a look of love or concern on her face. She was using him, and he’d finally realized it. She was never going to love him back.
After a moment, Jace shrugged. “Not here.”
Eve whirled around, practically snarling at him. “No shit, Sherlock. But he’s supposed to be here. We haven’t seen him in almost two days.”
Jace just shrugged again. “Sometimes he does this. The disappearing act. He’ll be back in a couple of days. No big deal.”
She was before him in an instant, her fists grabbing at his shirt and bringing his face close to hers. “No big deal?” she hissed. “This is your fault! If you hadn’t been so nice to him, he’d be easier to control.”
A frown darkened his handsome face. God, she could be such a bitch. “Eve, you weren’t there in the beginning. After his parents died, he was a big mess. He wouldn’t trust anybody. I had to play the sensitive father figure or he wouldn’t have responded. He needed that.”
Reluctantly, she seemed to accept that. “But he shouldn’t be gone. Not without at least telling you.”
Jace detached her fingers from his shirt and stepped away, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting up. Casually, he leaned against a pillar and took a deep drag. “Like I said, sometimes he does this. Especially at the beginning. Freaked me out the first time, but he came back in a couple of days and he was better for it. It’ll be the same this time.”
Eve shook her head and began to pace. “But he knows our plans. He could be double-crossing us right now! I don’t trust him.”
Jace just blinked at her. “Look, if he’s not back by day after tomorrow, I’ll go look for him,” he offered, just wanting her to shut up.
Her eyes narrowed as she recognized the patronizing tone of his voice. Her heels clicked on the cement floor as she walked over to him, her fists finding the front of his shirt again.
“You will find him now, Jace. I need him back where I can see him.”
Jace’s stance against the pillar had put them at almost eye level. Growling, he straightened up abruptly, and with newly-honed, lightening-fast reflexes, he snaked a hand out and grabbed her by the neck, twirling her around and shoving her up in the air.
“No.” His voice was barely a whisper, yet she trembled at the power in it. The edges of his eyes were tinged with gold. “I said he’d come back. He will. And I won’t go looking for him until day after tomorrow.”
Trying to breathe, Eve nodded, a hint of fear mixed with a growing sense of desire in her eyes. Jace slowly lowered her to the ground, his dark eyes still rimmed with gold. Eve breathed rapidly, her eyes flashing, and she grabbed his head, pulling it down to hers. She’d never been more turned on in her life.