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In gangland, you protectify your own, right? Even if she’s your own boy’s woman and the sexiest girl in the room, trouble-icality in a juicy bitesize package.
    Especially if Jasper can’t be bothered to take care of her. But Jasper’s temper is notorious. So who the hell was dumb enough to bite her? Curiouser and curiouser.
    Diamond’s skin prickles, warm and dangerous with intent, and he swallows and skids his stool over to her.

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    “Ember? You okay?”
    Cool voice, crisp with bellchime harmonics. His rosy glow warmed my skin, and I glimpsed sharp gemstone claws, a crystalline jaw, fiber-optic hair shimmering in laserlight rainbows.
    My stomach twisted. Jasper’s weird glassfae boss. Who taught Jasper everything he knew about pushing sparkle to teenagers and kicking the shit out of gang pukes and screwing cute little fairy tarts behind his girlfriend’s back.
    I sniffled, dragging my hand across my eyes. Too late to pretend I hadn’t seen, that I didn’t care. “What you want?”
    No doubt he expected trouble for Jasper from me. Likely he’d try to placate me, soothe my temper, shut me up.
    But he just studied me distantly, taking in the blood, the cuts, the smeared tears on my cheeks. A weird creature, this Diamond. Clearly flesh and blood—nothing made of glass could smell like that, all warm and rosefresh—but his translucent skin glowed like faint pink neon, the shadows of his muscles curving underneath. Slanted crystal cheekbones, liquid berry eyes, lashes long and glitterbright. Glassfibered hair, long and shining like rain in sunlight. And eerie, luminous wings like fine quartz, a few broken edges glinting sharp. Nightclub lights glittered over him like jewels, reflecting in ripples over the shadowed floor.
    Dangerous, sharp, ironstrong yet fragile. A perfect roseglass angel.
    Pity he was a violent kiss-ass gangboy like all the rest.
    He blinked, and faeweird prescience slid grasping fingers into my skull, stripping me of guile. “Eww. What happenated you?”
    I shook myself loose with a sharp crack of glamour. I didn’t like him. Didn’t like how he saw through me with insidious glassfae talent. How he flirted with me in front of Jasper, careless and condescending like he was doing me a favor. How he looked at me sometimes, those intense ruby eyes raking shivers down my spine, like he knew something I didn’t. And he was sparklefucked. I could tell by his wet gleaming eyes, his quivering fingers, the glowing pulse throbbing in his throat.
    I ruffled my wings, like I had it all under control. “Nothing. I’m just great, Diamond. Like you give a shit.”
    He leaned strong, graceful wrists on the bar, showing off glasscarved muscles. His flashy fashion sense almost made me smile. Only an arrogant glow-in-the-dark fairy boy could carry off a sleeveless limegreen shirt and soft plumpurple leather pants and not look totally queer.
    His claws jittered across the glass. “Have it your way. Just polite-ifying.”
    I wiped away scarletstained tears. His weird English was kinda cute, all the same. He talked too fast, like his mind sprinted ahead of his mouth, and his words jumbled and flowered new syllables. It was annoyingly disarming. “If you’re running interference, you suck at it. You’re supposed to intercept me before I see him?”
    A blank. “Seeify who what?”
    Laughter snorted wet from my nose. “Screw you. Like you didn’t know all along.”
    “About what?”
    “About that, smart-ass.” I stabbed my finger over my shoulder and chugged my drink dry, cool moisture dripping from the glass.
    He glanced back, stainedglass wings rippling, and I couldn’t help but stare. He was decorative, I’d give him that. Half a head shorter than Jasper, but none of Jasper’s narrow fae slimness. No, Diamond was all hard glassy muscle, his weird translucent skin smooth and tight, faint scarlet veins an intriguing web beneath. When he moved, muscles stretched and bunched, fluid in a warm rosy