us?â
The womanâs entire attitude shifted. She softened her body and smiled as she faced him. âYouâre gorgeous. All of you. Itâs not every day that I get so close to such ⦠perfection.â
âOh, youâre good, lass,â Thorn whispered in approval.
The leader preened. âYouâre American.â
âAnd youâre not Scottish.â She lowered her gaze and then looked up at him with seduction in her gray depths.
âIrish,â he responded.
Her brows raised in interest. âAll of you?â
âAye.â
âWhy the red eyes?â
His smile was slow, like a wolf about to pounce on a kitten. âDo you like them?â
âI ⦠shouldnât, but I do.â
Her flirting skills were impressive. But it was all a game the Dark were playing with her. Thorn had seen it before. She was looking death in the face.
The leader took a step closer to her. Thorn waited to hear her moan as all humans did at the nearness of a Fae, but this female was different.
Thorn watched her carefully, as did the leader. She was affected. She tried not to show it, but her breathing had quickened and her lips were parted.
âYou feel that, donât you?â the leader asked as he leaned in and inhaled her scent. âUnimaginable pleasure awaits you.â
Thorn refused to wait a moment longer. It was enough that the female was feeling the effects of the Dark. He didnât want her so drugged by their sexuality that she couldnât remember she was fighting against them.
He was about to vault from the roof when Darius turned the corner. With a smile of anticipation, Darius waited for the Dark to notice him.
The leader saw him first and hissed as he pointed. The three Dark turned as one to Darius.
âIâm thinking more like death awaits you, â Darius told the Dark.
While Darius fought the three, Thorn landed behind the leader. The Dark had his hands on the human, who valiantly tried to shake them off. She was also fighting the effects the Dark had on the mortals.
Good, Thorn thought. The more she fought, the better.
The leader turned and tried to drag her away. The woman planted her feet and tugged against him. The Dark then saw Thorn and instantly released her. With the woman falling to the ground, Thorn prepared for the Dark to attack.
He stared in wonder for a moment when the coward ran away. But he couldnât allow that. None of the Dark could know how many or which Kings were in the city.
Thorn pulled out his dagger and threw it. It flew end over end, embedding with a thud in the spine of the Dark who collapsed without moving again.
Just as Thorn was about to retrieve his dagger, he heard the woman groan. Thorn went to her and began to reach out for her.
In the next heartbeat, she was on her feet, her blade once again breaking through his flesh as she pushed him against the building before pulling the weapon out quickly. âStay away,â she said. Then she blinked, as if just recognizing. âYou again.â
âI warned you the city wasna a safe place.â He tried to move around her, but she held up her weapon to stop him.
âAre you following me?â
Thorn certainly didnât want to admit to that. If he did, it would lead to all sorts of questions he didnât want to answer. âI just happened to be near and saw them.â
âThe Red Eyes.â
He raised a brow, glancing over as Darius was still fighting one of the Dark. She followed his gaze and watched the scene with interest for a second.
Then she turned her eyes back to him. âWho are you?â
âNobody. I was near and thought Iâd help.â
âYouâre lying.â
Lexi wasnât sure how she knew, she just did. It was a dead end street, and no one had been on it when she followed the Red Eyes. Where had the stranger come from? And was the other man with him?
She was still shaking off the effects of
Elizabeth Amelia Barrington