“Don’t be mad, baby,” he whispered and gave her a small smile. What was with the endearments? Arabella flinched from his gentle touch like she’d been struck. “You shouldn’t have killed a man for no reason.” Orion stared down at her without blinking, like he was trying to figure out his next move. They were stunning together. Arabella’s pale skin and blue hair contrasted with his golden skin and white-blond hair. Both of them were unnaturally pretty. An image of my dark-bronze skin tangled with theirs in a writhing mess of limbs played in my mind.
