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Besides, pulling the trigger on a gun was pretty final. She had issues with commitment and she was so freaking dead anyway, so why bother.
Her life was in ruins. She would be on the run for the rest of her life, all fifteen minutes or so of it,
built rather long and coltish,
She knew what—who—had made that unholy sound and why. The knowledge made her guts go watery.
If she were in a race for her life, that roar was the starter pistol.
Wyrm, they called him. Monster. Evil. The Great Beast. Dragua. Thus he was named.
life scrambled to arrange itself to his liking.
a trail of scent like wild sunshine, and instinct had all led Dragos to the right place.
The thief had left something for him in place of what she had taken.
I’m sorry I had to take your penny. Here’s another to replace it.
The fact that she had ever hooked up with him, even for a few months, would keep her humble forever.
I could crawl under a rock and die from embarrassment, except you. Are. Not. Worth it.”
“Oh, fuck me. You stole a goddamn PENNY!”
“What is a dragon doing with a penny in his hoard?
Standing close to five foot ten, Pia always felt like a galumphing horse when she saw the faerie on television.
Close photographs and film segments of him always blurred.
For a few moments she allowed it to banish her chill as she pretended she belonged in his arms and that she was safe. What a dangerous, stupid pretense.
“Okay, so I’ll get it uncomplicated. Just tell me where he lives.”
She had to start getting smarter real fast, or she was going to be barbeque.
“Just tell me what kind of trouble you’re in,” he said slowly and deliberately. “And I will take care of it. I won’t ask questions you either can’t or don’t want to answer. All you’ve got to do is tell me what’s wrong.”
“You made a stupid mistake. That doesn’t make you stupid,”
“We’re still not going to talk about it, but just think for a minute, will you? Dragon?” She curled her hands into claws. “Rowr? Me leaving town?”
“All you need to know is my kind of trouble has got you outclassed and outgunned.
“What is the matter with you, moron? Do you have a death wish?”
“Fuck you. You’re not the boss of me. Anymore, anyway,”
“Look, the car can’t be traced to you, or back to me. I keep half a dozen of these. It’s no big deal. Shut up and get in.”
Bring back Twizzlers and a cherry Coke Slurpee. He wanted to know what these things were.
Dragos held the receipt up, sniffed and frowned. Even to his sensitive nose the receipt was starting to lose that delicate feminine scent and smell like him.
“There are plastic bags with zippers on them. I’ve seen them in commercials,”
Urien wanted to see him dead. Dragos preferred to see Urien not just dead but utterly destroyed.
So much hate, so little time.
“I said you wouldn’t like it.” “So you did.” He slam-dunked the Slurpee. “Apparently you will be watching the tapes for someone with no taste.”
It was turning out to be one expensive damn penny.
He traced a finger down the silhouette of her figure as she walked out the 7-Eleven door. It was the only one of her walking away. He didn’t like this picture.
“I’ll take care of her.” Dragos bared his teeth. “I’m hunting this one. Alone.”
Either life conformed to what he desired or he bent it to his will.
Oh shit, she was glowing.
“There you are,” a deep, quiet voice said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
That voice. Whiskey and silk, ageless and male. It poured over her and set her body on fire.
He took hold of her arms, dragged her across his body and slammed her into the mattress as he rolled on top of her. Pinning her down with his heavy body, he locked his hands around her glowing wrists and yanked them over her head.
“Look at me,” he said, thrusting his face down until they were nose to nose.
Just like that she was snared like a spider in a web. He could do anything he wanted to her now, anything at all.
“Pia.” He didn’t so much say the name as breathe it. His hot breath coiled around her like tendrils of smoke from an infernal fire. “Pretty.”
“But that’s your human name, isn’t it, darling?
Then she stepped into his bedroom and his world stopped.
chased after an elusive wild scent very like his thief’s,
The beast pounced and took her with violent, voracious force. And she had loved it.
The beguiler became the beguiled.
His thief said no to him.
Bite. It was a bite mark. She fingered the area at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
