Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“Can you zip this for me?” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I just gave him my back, shivering slightly as his knuckles brushed against my spine. He was finished in seconds, and I turned, intending to thank him, but the way he was looking at me produced a different response. “What?” I asked. My first thought was that he hated the bangs, but then his gaze dropped, lingering on the plunge of my neckline and the curve of my hips, which were exaggerated by the fit of this dress. Zahariev never looked at me this way. That he was doing so now, and so openly, made my stomach coil tight. “You look nice,” he said when his gaze finally returned to mine. I raised a brow, challenging that word. “That’s the best you can do? Your jaw’s on the floor, Zahariev.” He smiled, tugging gently at my bangs. “I like them,” he said. The compliment made me blush. But simultaneously, I wondered if he was lying. “Thank you,” I said, realizing I hadn’t even registered his appearance.