Blood In Fire (Celtic Elementals Book 2) by Heather R. Blair Page A

woman and the wheels were turning, he could see it. He didn't have the time or the patience to go the charming and sneaky route.
    Not really his style anyway. He wanted to know , and he wanted to know now . His every instinct had just gone on red alert.
    He reached for her, but she spun away. She only went as far as the wardrobe, putting her hand up in a ‘hold it’ gesture that he nearly didn’t obey. Aidan figured he'd give restraint a try.
    A fucking short one.
    Leaning back against the carved wooden doors, Heather regarded him with a frown. Besides the jeans, she had put on a slinky green top that slipped low off of one shoulder. No bra, obviously. The material outlined the firm curve of her breasts in a way that had to be damn near illegal. He clenched his fists and saw her eyes dart down and take in the gesture.
    Her frown turned into a tiny smile.
    “Okay then, how about you show me yours and I’ll show you mine?” Her tone was teasing and just a bit smug. This was a woman who had every reason to be confident of her power over men, but if she hadn’t learned by now he wasn’t ‘most men’, it was damme time to remind her.
    Aidan shook his head.
    “Ye really want to try and play me like tha', love?” The cool warning in his voice was unmistakable and it was with his own smug smile that he saw Heather shiver.
    When she answered him, though, her voice was steady.
    “I'm not playing, Aidan. I only meant, that if you want me to be straight with you, you’re gonna have to do the same. Starting with telling me what the hell really happened this morning.”
    Shite. He sat down on the bed abruptly and looked up at her, his face impassive.
    “We covered this.”
    Heather rolled her eyes. “Come on, Aidan, there’s more to it…isn’t there?”
    Aidan considered, watching Heather carefully. She couldn't remember much, even though he had admittedly been rushed this morning. He thought she might be fishing, but he had no idea what for. He decided to go for the bored approach.
    “Care to be a little more specific, love? I was fucked up, ye hit me with a car, the guards came and here we are—pretty much end of story. What else ye want me to say? Is nae tha' weird enough for ye?”
    “It’s a little too weird. I just—” She broke off and looked down at her suddenly twisting hands.
    “What?”
    Her cheeks flushed. “I never expected to see you again, alright? And then you fly into my windshield. I thought I killed you for god’s sake…I just can’t…”
    Aidan cut her off. He wasn’t without sympathy for her, but he couldn’t deal with the human bullshit anymore. He had questions. He wanted answers. Now.
    “I see this is getting us nowhere.”
    He'd been stripping the gloves from his hands while she was talking. Now he carefully folded them and deliberately tucked them into his coat pocket while he sat on the bed. He didn't look at her, only stared at his own hands for a minute.
    “Aidan?”
     
    Before Heather could begin to process what had happened, she was pinned to the wardrobe. She took in a quick, shocked breath. She hadn’t seen him move.
    Literally.
    Had. Not. Seen. Him. Move.
    How was that possible?
    How the hell was that possible?!
    She started to struggle as fear tightened her insides, but she might as well have tried to escape a man made of iron and stone. She couldn’t shift Aidan an inch. Not even a goddamn centimeter. It wasn’t natural. Fine hairs stood up on the back of her neck and arms.
    When he lifted his hand she didn’t know what to expect. It never once occurred to her that he might hit her—even though it was obvious he was angry…or at least very impatient about something. What she didn’t expect was for him to cup her cheek in one palm, his fingertips gently resting on her temple.
    Her heart nearly stopped in her chest as a cool tendril of sensation unfurled inward from his touch. Something slipping thorough her skin, into her mind…something other…something