Although…” he said, stepping closer, his lips spreading in a seductive smile. “I could think of a few other things that I’d prefer to do with you on your back.” That smug, arrogant prick. Before I knew what was happening, shadows shot from my hands, aimed at Evander’s face. He deflected my attack with a slight flick of his wrist, no more than the movement one would make to swat away a fly.
