A Shadow in the Ember (Flesh and Fire, #1)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“You don’t have to pretend in front of us,” Ector retorted. Spinning toward him, I lifted a finger and pointed it at him. “What in the fuck did I just say about not telling me what to feel? That goes for you, too,”

Anger exploded as quickly as the hurt did. “You know what?” He sighed. “What?” “You can go fuck yourself.” I knew it was a childish thing to say, but whatever.

“You smell of…” He inhaled deeply as my lip curled. “You smell of death.” I stared at him from my pile of pillows, mouth hanging open. “That was rude.”

“You should know better than to try to use eather on me.” His voice was so cold, so full of shadows. “All you’re doing is pissing me off.”

He lifted his hand—his blood-soaked hand. I sucked in an unsteady breath. Nyktos halted, his fingers inches from my face. His gaze flew to mine. He lowered his hand. “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “Ever.”