Burning Dawn
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Malice was hiding somewhere, but Thane had found no trace of him.
Kendra’s tongue had grown back, and she’d taken to calling him “My Slave” just to remind him of her hold over him. He had resorted to violence. If Elin found out, she would be upset.
Elin...who was avoiding him.
Thane was failing at everything lately.
He’d thought taking another lover would douse his craving for the human—halfling. But when he’d chosen the siren and she had spoken to Elin with such smug derision, irritation had overwhelmed him. The siren was lucky to have left the club alive.
Afterward, Elin had walked away from him, dismissing him, and he’d stomped to his suite. Alone. He’d paced. He’d pondered. And he’d realized he had disrespected her in ways the siren never could.
Now, days later, he didn’t know what to do. He just wanted to stop hurting.
He sent Adrian shopping for new uniforms for all the girls. Long-sleeved. Midriff draped by extra pleats of material. Pants. Maybe that would help. The less he saw of her, the less he would want her. Right?
“Thane Downfall!”
His brow puckered with confusion, even as his blood heated with awareness. That sounded like Elin’s voice, only muffled. And only she called him by that silly name.
He jerked open the doors to his suite, and sure enough, there she was, trying to push her way past the guards. Arousal and anger battled for supremacy; at the same time, the tension that had been building inside of him since their first meeting cranked up another level. He needed some kind of release. Soon.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
Her gaze met his, only to skitter away. Afraid of him now?
Disappointment overshadowed both the arousal and anger.
“Yes,” she said, “there’s something wrong, and I’d like to talk to you about it. In private. If your majesty’s imperial guard would be so kind as to let me pass...”
No, not afraid. Livid. That, he could deal with. He motioned her inside. As she bypassed the vampires and Thane, he found himself leaning down to take in more of her cherries scent.
Catching the action, she sent him a scathing glance.
He silently dared her to comment. An apology would have been a lie.
When she was settled on the couch, he quietly said to the males, “I will tell you only once. Elin doesn’t need an invitation. When she wants to see me, let her through immediately.” A concession he’d never made for another.
A concession he shouldn’t have made for her.
A concession he wouldn’t take back.
He shut the door and faced Elin, then crossed his arms over his chest. He was shirtless, and her gaze chased the motion, lingering on the cords of his strength. She might as well have licked his nipples, so strongly did his body react.
“Elin,” he said, stepping toward her.
She blinked rapidly, and blushed. “I thought I was a guest rather than a prisoner—until I found out I’m not allowed to leave without your majesty’s exalted permission,” she said, her tone dripping with annoyance.
He stilled, not letting himself close the rest of the distance. “The day you saw the Phoenix king, I told you leaving the club was no longer permitted.”
Jumping to her feet, she said, “And that’s exactly why I don’t want to stay here any longer than necessary.”
Still hoping to leave him. Shouldn’t punch a wall. Must display a modicum of decorum. Hating—loving—the way her breasts had bounced with her movements, the way her skin had flushed to a rosy pink, he said, “I’ll allow you to leave...if you take an escort. And before you reject the demand or complain, try to remember that you are a half human among full-blooded immortals. You are breakable. They are not.”
Her features softened. “I get that you’re trying to protect me, and I appreciate the effort, but I’ll be with Bellorie. She’s tougher than any of your men.”
“Even the toughest soldiers require backup,” he insisted.
“I don’t care.” A stomp of her foot. “I need a break. Your men have been following me everywhere. I expect one of them to burst into the bathroom the next time I’m doing my business. I can’t take it anymore.”
He ran his tongue over his teeth. “Where do you want to go?”
“The dodge-boulder game a few clouds over. I missed the last two, and that isn’t fair to my team.”
“You’re actually going to play? Even though you haven’t improved?” He knew, because he’d watched her practice on more than one occasion.
Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded.
“There will be blood. Lots of blood.”
She shuddered but said, “No big deal. The girls have been working with me to get over the fear.”
Should have been me. I should have worked with her. Instead, he’d tried to wrap her in a protective bubble, he realized. He’d avoided her, giving her space. A mistake, on both counts. Time to rectify. “If you get hurt, I will be very displeased.”
“I’m strangely okay with that.”
Seeing no other way, he said, “Very well.” Anything else would alienate her completely. “I’ll allow you to leave without an armed escort.”
She brightened, and his heart actually skipped a beat. Gorgeous girl. “Thank you, Thane.”
“If you allow me to establish a link with you,” he finished.
The brightness dulled. “No. I don’t want to link with you. Your majesty,” she added, just to be difficult, he was sure.
He used to taunt Zacharel this way. Had his leader found it as aggravating as Thane did?
“You will link with me anyway,” he said, “so that you can reach me if there’s any trouble.”
“I can reach Xerxes.”
The reminder angered him. “You shut him out.”
She gave another stomp of her foot. “So? What makes you think I won’t be able to shut you out, too?”
“Unlike my friend, I won’t let you.” He would cut through her shields if she tried.
Wrong of him? Yes. Going to stop him? No. Her safety came first. Always.
“My answer is no,” she huffed. Her pique added luscious color to her cheeks.
“This isn’t a debate.”
“Gah! You and that phrase. Just so you know, you’re both beyond annoying.”
Someone had a sassy mouth today.