I bring my mouth back to hers, pausing as I stare up at her.
Beautiful. Perfect. Smart.
A pure soul that belongs to me.
“Being stuck here for eternity with you doesn’t seem like the worst thing in the world.”
Her plump lips part as she stares at me, opening and closing her mouth like she’s at a loss for words. I can hardly believe what I said, yet here we are. It’s all out in the open now.
The delicate line of her throat bobs as she says, just above a whisper, like she’s worried I might be scared away, “Careful, Lincoln. You almost sound romantic.”
“Lynx,” I correct, trying to ignore the vibrations in my chest from how hard my demonic black heart beats. “I want you to call me Lynx.”
She hesitates before slowly leaning down, like she’s giving me a chance to run away. I’m too far gone for that though. For better or worse, I’m stuck here. Location and threat of death aside, I don’t hate my life.
Her lips skim my own, whispering my name then gasping as I claim them. My tongue slips into her mouth, and she sucks on it,nipping my bottom lip, deepening the kiss as her fingers tangle in my hair.
Sable’s other hand lowers between us and pulls at my waistband, more demanding this time. She dips beneath the material, and I groan against her mouth as she wraps her fingers around me, stroking me and matching the tempo of our tongues.
But then her hand pulls free, and she sits up when we hear something smashing—presumably a window.
“I’m going to kill them,” she growls, glaring at the door.
I want to kill them too, but that might bring more cops here, and that’s the last thing we need.
“They’ll get bored in a few hours and leave,” I tell her, holding her by the hips. It’s a lie. They won’t leave until the sun comes up, like last time. “Entertain me until then.”
“No.”
My frown dips. No? What the fuck does she mean by “no”?
The music is turned up, and the next thing we hear is the smashing of what I assume is another window.
Sable bristles, but I tighten my grip on her before she can take herself down there and attempt to smash someone’s face in.
“Don’t.” The word is firm. “They’ll leave in a few hours.”
She tries yanking herself out of my hold. “I’m not letting them wreck my house!”
Before I can spin us so I’m pinning her beneath me to keep her still, she rips my hands from her waist and climbs off me, marching on a warpath to the door—her hips swinging and just begging to be gripped.
I sigh and rise from the bed to follow her before she takes a page out of a demon’s book and kills someone.
She descends the steps two at a time then hides herself to the side, out of view, as if she’s forgotten they can’t see her, and peers into the sitting room filled with humans and bookshelvesin dire need of dusting and smashed, lopsided frames containing photos of Sable and her sister.
“Ugh. They have their muddy shoes on the love seat. I’m going to snap their shins.”
Fighting a laugh, I lean into her. “You know you’re invisible to them, right? And there’s no need to whisper. They can’t hear you.”
“Shut it.”
I cross my arms and lean against the wall beside her. “We could always go upstairs and pretend we didn’t see them and, you know, do stuff?”
“Do what stuff?” She’s not even looking at me.
Let me kiss you again. Whisper my name again. Smile at me again. All three, if possible.
Instead, I reply, “Like try to figure a way out of this mess we’re in. I could count with two hands the things we should be doing right now. Watching a bunch of kids isn’t one of them.”
