girlfriend.
He was a dead man.
The soon to be corpse had his arm propped up on the wall above his head, leaning too close. I gave him serious boyfriend eye, but he was preoccupied, lingering on Angel’s face. When his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes, my vision tinted. One of the drinks splashed over the rim onto my hand.
In a snap, my demon was craving a fight—muscles ready to engage. “Touch her again and you’ll be missing a few fingers.”
Slowly, like this dickhead had all the time in the world, he turned his head to glance at me. “Can’t you see I’m busy here? Piss off, before I rearrange your face.”
Oh, for the love of God.
This turd had it coming. He really did. Peering at him through narrowed golden eyes, I curled my fists, and if it weren’t for Angel, he would not still be breathing.
“Chase!” She gave me one of her disapproving glares, detecting the control slipping from my fingertips.
Unable to ignore her call, my eyes sought hers. “This guy wants to rearrange my devastatingly handsome face. I can’t have that, now can I?”
She rolled her eyes. “He is pretty partial to his face,” she said to preppy boy.
He looked at Angel in a slow, leisurely perusal, lingering too long for my liking at certain areas. His lips curled into a lazy grin. “Please tell me this douchebag isn’t your boyfriend, beautiful?”
My blood pressure spiked a thousand degrees. I did what any guy in my situation would do. I cocked my fist, and I punched his lights out. The feeling of my knuckles cracking against his mouth was freaking nirvana. I wanted to do it again and again, probably would have if…
“Chase!”
Ooops. Too late.
Angel’s glittering, sapphire eyes pinned mine. “That was totally unnecessary.” She pushed off the wall.
“What? He stared too long.”
She crossed her arms.
Mr. Smooth lifted his head, gripping his jaw and groaning like a baby. “What the hell, man?” A swarm of gawkers started to gather.
“I didn’t even hit you that hard.” What a pussy.
Angel stepped closer, looking at the pansy’s split lip. “He’s right. It could have been a whole lot worse. Consider yourself lucky.”
Yep. That’s my girl. I loved her. She got me, didn’t try to change me, and appreciated my worth.
The corners of my lips twitched.
The poor sap wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing blood in the process. It wasn’t a good look. “What the hell is wrong with you two?”
If he only knew.
“What’s wrong with us?” Angel squeaked, eyes narrowing.
Uh-oh.
Suddenly, I had a bad feeling about this. Angel got a funny glint in her eyes, the one that got her and me both in trouble. She advanced, moving forward, the air thickening with static electricity. Big Mouth took a step back, glancing around to see if anyone else thought we were out of our bloody minds.
Angel poked him in the chest. “Why does there have to be something wrong with us? Maybe it’s you.” She jabbed him again.
So much for first impressions. Ours was going to be memorable indeed. In the distance, I heard the distinct sound of howling. Fuck . My favorite cussword rang over and over in my head. Hellhounds. Hell sure knew how to bust up a good party, especially when it was just getting interesting.
But now the question that was on my mind: Who sent them? Hell or…Angel?
Skater boy held up his hands. “Whoa, you crazy bitc—”
Here we go.
Before I realized her intent, she hauled off and kicked him right in the gonads. I watched in satisfaction as one hundred and eighty pounds hit the ground, gasping. Lexi was not going to be pleased if she got wind that tonight’s entertainment had been courtesy of Angel and me. Speaking of Lexi, I did a quick sweep of the room, trying to locate my frilly cousin.
I caught a streak of red, but nothing else and prayed that Emma would pull through. I hated having to trust the hunter and rely on her.
Angel stood there looking
He was a dead man.
The soon to be corpse had his arm propped up on the wall above his head, leaning too close. I gave him serious boyfriend eye, but he was preoccupied, lingering on Angel’s face. When his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes, my vision tinted. One of the drinks splashed over the rim onto my hand.
In a snap, my demon was craving a fight—muscles ready to engage. “Touch her again and you’ll be missing a few fingers.”
Slowly, like this dickhead had all the time in the world, he turned his head to glance at me. “Can’t you see I’m busy here? Piss off, before I rearrange your face.”
Oh, for the love of God.
This turd had it coming. He really did. Peering at him through narrowed golden eyes, I curled my fists, and if it weren’t for Angel, he would not still be breathing.
“Chase!” She gave me one of her disapproving glares, detecting the control slipping from my fingertips.
Unable to ignore her call, my eyes sought hers. “This guy wants to rearrange my devastatingly handsome face. I can’t have that, now can I?”
She rolled her eyes. “He is pretty partial to his face,” she said to preppy boy.
He looked at Angel in a slow, leisurely perusal, lingering too long for my liking at certain areas. His lips curled into a lazy grin. “Please tell me this douchebag isn’t your boyfriend, beautiful?”
My blood pressure spiked a thousand degrees. I did what any guy in my situation would do. I cocked my fist, and I punched his lights out. The feeling of my knuckles cracking against his mouth was freaking nirvana. I wanted to do it again and again, probably would have if…
“Chase!”
Ooops. Too late.
Angel’s glittering, sapphire eyes pinned mine. “That was totally unnecessary.” She pushed off the wall.
“What? He stared too long.”
She crossed her arms.
Mr. Smooth lifted his head, gripping his jaw and groaning like a baby. “What the hell, man?” A swarm of gawkers started to gather.
“I didn’t even hit you that hard.” What a pussy.
Angel stepped closer, looking at the pansy’s split lip. “He’s right. It could have been a whole lot worse. Consider yourself lucky.”
Yep. That’s my girl. I loved her. She got me, didn’t try to change me, and appreciated my worth.
The corners of my lips twitched.
The poor sap wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing blood in the process. It wasn’t a good look. “What the hell is wrong with you two?”
If he only knew.
“What’s wrong with us?” Angel squeaked, eyes narrowing.
Uh-oh.
Suddenly, I had a bad feeling about this. Angel got a funny glint in her eyes, the one that got her and me both in trouble. She advanced, moving forward, the air thickening with static electricity. Big Mouth took a step back, glancing around to see if anyone else thought we were out of our bloody minds.
Angel poked him in the chest. “Why does there have to be something wrong with us? Maybe it’s you.” She jabbed him again.
So much for first impressions. Ours was going to be memorable indeed. In the distance, I heard the distinct sound of howling. Fuck . My favorite cussword rang over and over in my head. Hellhounds. Hell sure knew how to bust up a good party, especially when it was just getting interesting.
But now the question that was on my mind: Who sent them? Hell or…Angel?
Skater boy held up his hands. “Whoa, you crazy bitc—”
Here we go.
Before I realized her intent, she hauled off and kicked him right in the gonads. I watched in satisfaction as one hundred and eighty pounds hit the ground, gasping. Lexi was not going to be pleased if she got wind that tonight’s entertainment had been courtesy of Angel and me. Speaking of Lexi, I did a quick sweep of the room, trying to locate my frilly cousin.
I caught a streak of red, but nothing else and prayed that Emma would pull through. I hated having to trust the hunter and rely on her.
Angel stood there looking
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