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“Because you’re beautiful, Trin. You have this thing. It’s this spark from within. A light. There isn’t a single person out here that can’t see that.”
“So, what’s up with the tie?” I asked, and Zayne stared down at it like he’d forgotten he’d been holding it. “Now that is a question I was dying to ask,” Roth commented. “BDSM, Stony? I am shooketh.”
“Question?” Roth’s voice broke the silence, and holy crap, I’d forgotten he was there. Zayne had, too, based on the way his muscles tensed against me. When Roth spoke again, amusement practically dripped from each word. “And I’m asking for a friend. Exactly what kind of training are you guys doing right now?”
“Angel Face?” Sighing, I turned and bent down so that I could see into the car. “What, Demon Spawn from Hell?” His lips quirked into a grin. “Just so you know, what I felt for Layla and what she felt for me was forbidden. That didn’t stop us.”
“Maybe because...” He rose, extending his hand toward me. “Maybe because I’m not trying to make it easy, Trin.”
Then I heard the next breath Zayne took. It was heavy and full. “You’re under my skin and in my blood. I can’t get you out.”
“I’m the tool of retribution and you’re the weapon of destruction. Those are our labels and the roles we must play.”
“I don’t know what more means to you, but it means that I love you, Trinity Lynn. That I’m in love with you.”
