darling?” he said, opening the rear passenger door for her.
“Let me drive.” She stood on the sidewalk, hands on her hips. Jaden seemed to enjoy the sensation. “Come on, Tuan, why not?”
“For you, anything.” He nodded at Fabienne who stood aside from the driver’s side door.
In the car, Hell waited for Jaden to realize he had to move the seat forward before she fastened her seat belt. She gave the belt an extra tug and then Jaden took over. And that was a freaky experience. She felt a black energy buzzing in the back of her head, and then she was, gently, shoved aside. Her world turned into a spectator sport, surround-sound and a 3-D movie on steroids. She was an observer in her own body. And Jaden relished the control. No, he delighted in it, adored it, embraced it. Wanted more.
“Golden Wing?” she asked. She expected Jaden’s voice to come out of her throat, but it was her voice because he’d used her body to speak, rather than use his power to vocalize on his own.
“Yes,” Tuan said. He opened the passenger side door and slid in. Fabienne got the back and pouted about it, too.
Jaden was aware of Fabienne, of her energy and strength and if not her thoughts, then her mental state, which was angry and sulky. Jaden did not see Fabienne as a threat. He also thought Tuan’s enforcer was hot. Both vampires were a near match for his physical strength but little, if any, for his power. He believed he could kill either of them. More disturbing than Jaden’s sexual attraction to Fabienne— Hell wasn’t used to feeling aroused by another woman —was that Jaden had access to her memories of Tuan.
He was not a good lover , Jaden remarked in her head. “ I would be much better for you. I’d like to do that .”
Shut up and drive.
Fabienne gave directions, but it wasn’t clear to Hell that Jaden needed them. He seemed to have an internal GPS of his own. The minute they left the Lower, the enforcer crossed her arms under her chest, slunk down on the back seat and didn’t say another word. Jaden pulled into traffic on the last second of the yellow. Fabienne shouted. Air flowed over the car.
Jaden blocked Hell’s reflexive close of her eyes when he cut off an SUV and merged behind a moving van. He changed lanes again and punched the gas to make another yellow light. Horns blared all around them. Three car lengths from the left turn lane, he went left, jamming on the gas when he saw the light for the cross-traffic turn yellow. He steered the Mercedes into the turn to counter the shimmy at the back. Wheels screeched, and he whipped into the right lane without looking.
At the Golden Wing Jaden pulled into Tuan’s spot and shut off the engine. For several seconds, the only sound was the cooling engine and the garage HVAC. The quiet was worth every minute spent praying they weren’t going to die in a flaming ball of gasoline and engine parts. Jaden opened his door. “Here we are,” Hell said brightly because she knew how much that would piss off Fabienne.
Tuan got out and came around the front of the car to put a hand on Hell’s elbow. “Where’d you learn to drive like that?”
Jaden mined her thoughts and said, “Traffic school.”
Tuan laughed. “I’d love to see what you’d do with a real car, Hell.”
“Do you have one?” Jaden asked the question.
Tuan smiled. “There’s the Lamborghini I bought for your birthday last year.”
“Oh, yeah. Nice wheels.”
“It’s still yours.” He stroked the back of her arm. “I know a private road,” he said. “You can get as fast and wild as you want. Come upstairs with me, and I’ll get you the keys.”
“You!” said Fabienne from the back seat. She put a hand on the top of the door and vaulted onto the pavement next to Hell, the Street Sweeper clutched in her other hand. “You are a fucking maniac!” Fabienne put a hand on Hell’s shoulder and pushed. Hell didn’t budge. “You shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near a
“Let me drive.” She stood on the sidewalk, hands on her hips. Jaden seemed to enjoy the sensation. “Come on, Tuan, why not?”
“For you, anything.” He nodded at Fabienne who stood aside from the driver’s side door.
In the car, Hell waited for Jaden to realize he had to move the seat forward before she fastened her seat belt. She gave the belt an extra tug and then Jaden took over. And that was a freaky experience. She felt a black energy buzzing in the back of her head, and then she was, gently, shoved aside. Her world turned into a spectator sport, surround-sound and a 3-D movie on steroids. She was an observer in her own body. And Jaden relished the control. No, he delighted in it, adored it, embraced it. Wanted more.
“Golden Wing?” she asked. She expected Jaden’s voice to come out of her throat, but it was her voice because he’d used her body to speak, rather than use his power to vocalize on his own.
“Yes,” Tuan said. He opened the passenger side door and slid in. Fabienne got the back and pouted about it, too.
Jaden was aware of Fabienne, of her energy and strength and if not her thoughts, then her mental state, which was angry and sulky. Jaden did not see Fabienne as a threat. He also thought Tuan’s enforcer was hot. Both vampires were a near match for his physical strength but little, if any, for his power. He believed he could kill either of them. More disturbing than Jaden’s sexual attraction to Fabienne— Hell wasn’t used to feeling aroused by another woman —was that Jaden had access to her memories of Tuan.
He was not a good lover , Jaden remarked in her head. “ I would be much better for you. I’d like to do that .”
Shut up and drive.
Fabienne gave directions, but it wasn’t clear to Hell that Jaden needed them. He seemed to have an internal GPS of his own. The minute they left the Lower, the enforcer crossed her arms under her chest, slunk down on the back seat and didn’t say another word. Jaden pulled into traffic on the last second of the yellow. Fabienne shouted. Air flowed over the car.
Jaden blocked Hell’s reflexive close of her eyes when he cut off an SUV and merged behind a moving van. He changed lanes again and punched the gas to make another yellow light. Horns blared all around them. Three car lengths from the left turn lane, he went left, jamming on the gas when he saw the light for the cross-traffic turn yellow. He steered the Mercedes into the turn to counter the shimmy at the back. Wheels screeched, and he whipped into the right lane without looking.
At the Golden Wing Jaden pulled into Tuan’s spot and shut off the engine. For several seconds, the only sound was the cooling engine and the garage HVAC. The quiet was worth every minute spent praying they weren’t going to die in a flaming ball of gasoline and engine parts. Jaden opened his door. “Here we are,” Hell said brightly because she knew how much that would piss off Fabienne.
Tuan got out and came around the front of the car to put a hand on Hell’s elbow. “Where’d you learn to drive like that?”
Jaden mined her thoughts and said, “Traffic school.”
Tuan laughed. “I’d love to see what you’d do with a real car, Hell.”
“Do you have one?” Jaden asked the question.
Tuan smiled. “There’s the Lamborghini I bought for your birthday last year.”
“Oh, yeah. Nice wheels.”
“It’s still yours.” He stroked the back of her arm. “I know a private road,” he said. “You can get as fast and wild as you want. Come upstairs with me, and I’ll get you the keys.”
“You!” said Fabienne from the back seat. She put a hand on the top of the door and vaulted onto the pavement next to Hell, the Street Sweeper clutched in her other hand. “You are a fucking maniac!” Fabienne put a hand on Hell’s shoulder and pushed. Hell didn’t budge. “You shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near a
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