Spark the Flames (Secret of the Syphon #1)

by Ivy Asher

He kneels in front of me, strong hands grabbing my hips, and before I know what he’s doing, the commander leans forward and licks the thin line of blood from the scratch on my thigh.

*blinks*

“You have a dimple,” Aeson points out, like I don’t already know. I gasp and cover the small indentation with my hand. “It’s back?” I exclaim. Aeson frowns at me, the look in his gaze perplexed. “Don’t scare it away!” I admonish. “I haven’t seen the little guy in forever.” Aeson snorts out a laugh and then quickly cuts it off, like the show of amusement just happened against his will. “It only comes out when I’m happy or having fun. Don’t mess this up for me,” I scold, and Aeson’s amusement instantly dims.

I start ticking off a list on my fingers. “Bone blades, Zurki made, if I can get them, but anything from the Bone Isles will do. A pulse bow and two XD pistols, fourth gen preferably with thigh holsters. A belt of PHaSR grenades. Half a dozen batiirien spikes. A grappling gauntlet. A few fang breakers, you know, the ones that look like necklaces,” I tell them, circling my throat with my pointer finger. “Fuck the fae, are you robbing a blood bank with all that?” Farrow asks, his dark eyes wide with shock. I shrug. “I’m game if you are.”