Bloodmagic (Blood Destiny 2.) 2 csillagozás

[…] Well fuckity fuck fuck.

Fucking Fae and their stupid magic.
– Tsk, tsk, – he said, shaking his head. – You don’t have much control over you powers, do you?
– I don’t have any powers, you freak.

– Well I guess these aren’t the droids we’re looking for.

– You know, Mack, I’m feeling a bit shaky up here. Perhaps you should come up and steady me again.
– A few hours ago you couldn’t wait to push me out of the door.
He shrugged. – That was before you told me that I was alright. So, I’ll ask you again, what did you mean by that?
[…]
– I suppose I meant that I like you. – I took a deep breath and watched his reaction.
– You are the most infuriatingly unfathomable woman I think I’ve ever come across.
– What the hell do you mean by that?
– Just that, kitten. One minute you are purring and begging to be stroked and the next you’re hissing and spitting at me. Is it that you’re just high maintenance?
– High maintenance? – I sputtered. – How dare you!

After a few moments, once my poor stomach had finally settled, I looked up to see a pair of shiny stylish wingtips in front of me. My gaze travelled upwards. Well tailored black trousers, snugly fitted at the groin, an unbuttoned white shirt, with a trail of black hair peeping out leading upwards to a well sculpted chest and a rather bemused set of golden green eyes flashing a hint of surprised satisfaction down at me.
Oh fuck.
– Well I knew we’d meet again, kitten, I just didn’t expect you to suddenly materialise and hock up the contents of your stomach onto my floor.

– My Lord Alpha, I believe I mentioned earlier that I may have been exposed to some kind of, um, disease, on my way here. I suggest you back away as it could very well be lethal.
Corrigan stilled for a moment, his grip on my wrists tightening until I winced in pain.
– What kind of disease?
He’d fallen for that? Clearly the Lord Alpha wasn’t as intelligent as I’d once thought. I widened my eyes to convey the horror even more dramatically.
– A terrible, terrible one. It makes all your hair and teeth fall out and your skin turn green. Then it starts to attack your nervous system making you throw up violently. – I gestured to the remains of my earlier lunch now deposited in a sticky mess on his polished floor. – As you see. So you should stay away from me. I’m sure it’s incredibly contagious.
He appeared to relax infinitesimally and growled at me.
– I’ll take my chances.

– Just because I am in your company right now does not mean that I am not usually refined and cultured. We Fae are creatures of renaissance. We are not thugs.
– I am learning an entirely different side to you, Solus.
– And you would do well to remember it, my little dragonlette.
– My name is Mack.
– Whatever.

I had gone no more than three steps inside however when an alarm started to sound. Oh dear god, was this the fashion police coming already? My cheeks started to warm as a security guard came over.

– One of them has spotted you, – said Solus calmly.
– I know.
– He’s staring at you.
– I know.
– He knows who you are.
– I know.
– Mack…
– It’s Tom.

I snorted at that. Almost more than Corrigan? Hell, on a good day – when I’d not been beaten up already by half the world – he’d better watch his back.