Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

Then I see past him to another bedroom. His bedroom. “Wait, our rooms are adjoined?” A flood of dread shoots through me. Charming begins to smile but after he winces in pain, he works harder to suppress the smirk. As his eyes flow over my body. “Worried, my little spooky babe?” “The hell did you call me?” He pushes off from the door frame and saunters into my room. “Would you prefer goth girl? Gloom cookie? Shadow pup? Sparky?” “Wh-what? Are you having a stroke?” Each nickname is worse than the last, so bad they make my teeth hurt. “If we are to be engaged, we must present as a couple. Endearments are a must.” He attempts a stern look, but he can’t hide the sly smirk threatening to break through as well as split his lip again. Crossing the space between us, his lithe muscle flexes under his shirt. Like a panther moving in on his prey. “But if you don’t like those, how about my dark angel, my spooky darling, my ghost boo?” How are these getting so much worse? And how is he making them still sound somewhat sexy? “Gloomy goddess, Shadow Queen?” If this jungle kitty gets any closer, he’ll find out I have no problems smacking him on the snout. Still, my body instinctually wants to recoil at his approach. It knows exactly what he could do to me. Yet there is another part that requests something else he could do to my body altogether. No. No, we are not interested in the slutty playboy. “Does that mean I get to call you slut muffin?” I bat my eyes at him. He tilts his head as if ...