Page 7 of The Fate of Black Hearts

Good luck stopping her.

She looked straight at Dom and winked.Shit, she means to involve me.

“I won’t get close to him. I promise.” She patted Roman’s cheek. “Hold my jacket.” She unbuttoned and dropped it in Roman’s arms. Beneath that…what the hell kind of sniper-on-a-job outfit was that? A black, long sleeved, draped dress hugged every curve. By modern standards, most would label her curvaceous. To him, she was perfection.

She tossed over her shoulder, “Stay here. Tell the others to stay away from me.”

A moment later she dropped her glamour. Every male in the vicinity noticed her like tomcats scenting a female in heat. She hip-gyrated and danced as they moved around her while she made her way across the floor. A twenty-something human did the bump-and-grind into her.

Was she encouraging the guy?

Oh, hell, no.

Dom hadn’t even realized he’d moved until he snagged her against him and growled, “Put your glamour back up. Make them piss off.”

She flicked her wrist, which looked like a dance move. All the humans went back to dancing aroundthem…but notwithher. With a sway, she slid her body into his and moved with him in time to the music. Raw desire focused on the points where their bodies contacted. Need crashed into him with a longing so painful that his abdomen cramped. He lost focus on everything but her and the pounding of everything south of his belt. That meant others could see him. The only “others” he cared about not seeing him were the Lanzo boys, but even that care disappeared when she put her hands on his waist.

He snarled, “You’re not getting near that warlock.”

She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled his gaze to meet hers. Their lips were within millimeters of touching. The pad of her index finger traced his lips, leaving tingles in its path.

He couldn’t breathe. If she kissed him, he’d drag her out of here and spend hours working out the loneliness he’s suffered away from her for the past few years. But…

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He touched the hole in her sleeve. She’d bandaged herself. Something was very off.

For an instant insecurity flashed in her mind. She cut him off from reading more. One of her fingers traced his lower lip. She moistened her own lips. The hunger in her gaze said she wanted his kiss. Then her eyes flicked toward Roman. It was a subtle loss of focus.

She’s trying to distract me. Interesting, Evie. I can play this game.

That naughty grin spread across her lips again. “Get the keychain for me.”

“I don’t tolerate being used.”

“You owe me for distracting me earlier.”

“I saved your life from the second demon, the one you neglected to notice. How about we talk about why that happened?”

“Before that. Your lurking distracted me.”

“You’re off and you got shot. That had nothing to do with me.”

“Do you want me to go over to him and get it myself?”

“Fine.” In a blink he had the warlock’s keychain, the talisman they sought, in his hand. He hadn’t done that kind of trick to move a solid object by mere will of a thought in longer than he could remember. A snatch-and-grab by thought alone required tremendous focus. He’d only done it a handful of times, and on those occasions, it’d been triggered by emotional overload. He fisted his hand around the object. “You will tell me why you’re off. This isn’t you.”

“How, exactly, would you know that?” She gently unclenched his fist and removed the keychain to tuck it between her breasts. “Kill him so I can leave.”

He glared.I don’t dance simply because you demand it.

“Do it. Now.” She pressed her breasts into him.

He didn’t even glance at the warlock when he launched the knife in his direction. It was a fatal hit, not that he needed to check. “Now we talk.”

She tilted her head and put her hands over her head to do a slow twirl of her body in time to the music. Her eyelids dropped as she gave him a heatedonce-over, lingering for a few extra seconds on his crotch.

“I haven’t felt this sexy in…well, I don’tremember. I thinkyoumade me forget. I want to know why, but…” She put a hand on his lower jaw to close his mouth, which he hadn’t even realized gaped open. “I want you like no one else I’ve ever met. Why is that? You will restore my memories. Then, we can play. Unless Irememberyou’re an asshole. Then?” She shrugged.

He watched her sashay away.