Relief blasted through her. She was cocky enough to pretend she was immortal, but she was well aware that she was in trouble. Really big trouble. That didn’t mean, however, she was going to let her aggravating stalker know how happy she was that he’d followed her.
“You call me that again and I’ll prove this mouse has teeth and isn’t afraid to use them,” she warned.
“Is that a promise?”
“Really?” She rolled her eyes. “Now?”
With a chuckle he moved to tower beside her, the blinding glow from his aura spreading through the gallery.
“It looks like you could use some help.”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Okay. Should I wait outside?”
She glanced up to meet his teasing gaze, her heart squeezing at the sight of his earth-shattering beauty. Would she ever get used to those stunningly perfect features or the smoky silver eyes?
Nope. Not ever.
And she certainly wasn’t going to get used to the power humming around his lean body. Being near him was like standing next to a raging fire. Raw, seductive heat that in the end was terrifyingly lethal.
Her mouth was dry, but she managed a tight smile. “I’m not that selfish. You can share in the fun.”
His smoky gaze swept over her face, lingering on her lips. “Very generous.”
Wynn silently swore as awareness curled through the pit of her stomach. Good grief. He’d looked at her lips. Not a caress. Not a kiss. Nothing. Just a look. And she was shivering with sensual pleasure.
This male was going to be the death of her. One way or another.
“That’s me. Ms. Generosity.” She nodded toward the goon squad that had halted to regard him in confusion. No doubt they’d never seen anything like Azh with his nuclear aura. And then there was the fact he’d managed to appear from thin air. “Maybe you should concentrate on our companions.”
“If you insist.”
Sweeping his gaze over the guards, he casually stepped forward, moving toward the obvious leader.
“Who the hell are you?” The goblin grudgingly stood his ground, reaching behind his back to pull out a large knife from a hidden sheath.
The blade was at least ten inches long and shimmered with hieroglyphs that had been carved into the metal. It’d been hexed and laced with poison.
Wynn’s lips parted to warn Azh to be careful only to snap shut when the dragon casually reached out to grab the demon by his thick neck. The guard’s eyes went blank as his body spasmed, the knife dropping from his twitching fingers.
“Wrong question,” Azh said, studying the male as if determining whether to kill him slow or fast. “You should ask ‘What the hell are you?’”
“What are you?” the goblin obediently repeated, his voice dull as if he were under some sort of spell.
Was it compulsion or fear? Probably a combination of both.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” Azh answered.
“Ugh,” Wynn muttered.
He sent her a questioning glance. “Too much?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
With a sigh, he picked up the male and launched him toward the nearest goon. They both went down in a tangle of limbs.
“Better?” he demanded.
