“Guess I can’t call you Virgin King anymore.” Jedrik laughed, but Damien’s brows dropped low and his lips pursed. The laughter ended abruptly as Jedrik shifted his attention to me. “Good luck, sugar.” He winked then jogged down the corridor and disappeared into the bar.
Ah, what just happened? Damien was here. Jedrik left me with him, and by the sounds of it, we were leaving, not just the bar but the city—together.
Damien moved in and I immediately tried to move back, but couldn’t because my back was already against the wall. “Damien, what—” My voice stopped. Or maybe it locked or maybe it was ripped from my throat by his eyes briefly flicking to mine. Those cold, dark eyes that were currently filled with anger.
“Not fuckin’ now, Abby.” His hand shot out and latched onto my wrist to keep me in place.
I gasped as the zing of electricity burned through me and I dared myself to glance up at Damien but chickened out, instead opting for staring at his chest. It was exactly as I remembered, hard, smooth hills and valleys that I’d tasted every inch of.
Damien was the hottest, sexiest, and most demanding guy I’d ever been with. There was no soft and gentle with him; it was raw and hard and owning.
God, when Damien fucked me, he did it how he wanted. I had no say, but it didn’t matter because it ended up how I wanted, too.
“Stay next to me. No matter what happens, keep your shit controlled. Got it?” Damien said with a hint of his subtle Irish accent.
“Yeah. But where—”
“Not now, Abbs.” He was the only one besides my mother who called me that. “Head low. If they don’t recognize you, we have a golden horseshoe up our asses.”
He tugged me forward down the corridor. I hobbled because I was shoeless on one foot, but I didn’t dare complain. I may be stubborn and have a mouth on me, but I wasn’t stupid. Damien was dangerous. Damien was a Scar. And Damien just found out I was carrying his child—by email.
Oh, and word was he hated women. From our two nights of passion, I’d have refuted the last one, up until this very moment. Now, I was thinking hate was too mild of a word.
He led me down the corridor toward the exit and his arm moved to possessively curl around my waist. His stride was aggressive and determined as we approached the bouncers blocking the fire exit. The two men stepped aside, one even held the door open for us. That was until he noticed my missing shoe.
“Miss? Your shoe is—is that you, Abigail?”
Fuck.
Damien let me go and whirled, his fist slamming into one guy’s face, landing him on his ass outside the door. The other guy, who was closest to me, attempted to grab my arm, but Damien was quicker. A sharp uppercut beneath the guy’s chin and a hard kick to his chest sent him sideways into the brick wall.
I heard the sharp crack as his head hit. Then the guy crumpled to the floor, a dribble of blood sliding down the side of his face. Damien dove for the other guy outside, but I couldn’t move as I stared at the fresh blood on the bouncer’s face, which was now dripping off his chin.
The bloodthirst rammed into me and I licked my lips, pulse throbbing. I fell to my knees beside the bouncer.
Oh, God, the scent of it was like breathing in fresh oxygen. I had to have it. I’d die without—
“Oh no, you fuckin’ don’t.” Damien’s hands seized my shoulders and yanked me to my feet. He shoved me out the door and kicked it closed behind him.
Crouching in front of me, he grabbed my ankle, lifted my foot, and ripped off my high heel, whipping it onto the roof of the building. Then he snagged my wrist and we ran down the dark alley.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Into fuckin’ hell,” Damien replied.
“I’m here. What’s up?” I asked Jedrik as I strolled into the club. They knew me pretty well and the bouncers allowed me to bypass the line, even graciously held the door open for me.
“Damien just hightailed out the back with that witch, Abby.”
“What!” I shouted. Shit. Liam had a thing for the witch. What the hell was going on?
“Couldn’t tell you the plan, just in case you dropped your mind shields during your thralls of passion with the bloodsucker.”
“Oh, screw off, Arrow. And I stopped sleeping with him, you know that.”
“Liam doesn’t know Abby’s gone, but he will soon, and I need you to distract him to give them a chance to get away. Up for it, Sass?”
“Arrow, you stupid idiot. What the hell are you doing?” I picked up my pace, heading directly to Liam’s permanently reserved table.
Had Jedrik lost his freakin’ head? Screwing with Liam was like calling an all-out war between the two kinds. Waleron was going to blow his top and then some.
“She drank his blood, Sass. And she’s pregnant. It’s Damien’s.”
Fuck.