Her unpredictability should annoy the shit out of him. He’d scared her, and she’d kissed him. Who did that?
Holding her tight, he continued at a fast pace through the swaying trees. If she was bleeding, he had to find the wound. Couldn’t she heal herself like most immortals? Everything he knew about fairies could be kept in a toothpaste lid.
They reached the crappy cabin in record time. He kicked open the door and moved to deposit her on the sofa, rapidly removing the wet comforter and grabbing the last remaining blanket from the bed to wrap around her. Feeling like an asshole, he crouched in front of her and placed his hands on her knees.
She opened her eyes, the pupils cloudy. She yawned and looked around. “The fire is still going.”
“We weren’t gone long,” he said. Although a shit-ton had happened, now hadn’t it? “I’m sorry to awaken you.”
She blinked sleep away and swayed. “Shouldn’t we sleep the storm away?”
Wrapped in the blanket, her hair a wild mess around her lovely face, she looked like an angel. Which she definitely was not. He actually had to take a moment and remind himself of that fact. “We have to talk, Mercy. Then we’ll sleep.”
She sighed, blowing hair out of her face. “Fine. Just fine.”
Exhaustion often helped with interrogation, and he had to take advantage of the opportunity. But he’d learned a lot about her. She was sexy and passionate, kind and sweet. Smart, too. So he went with the truth. “I feel like it’s my fault that Sam was taken, and the idea of him being hurt is like a kick to the gut. For so long, my brothers and mom were all I had. She was constantly in danger, and we did our best to be good soldiers to protect her from my uncle. Now one of my brothers is in danger.” It was the most words he’d spoken at one time in eons. “Please help me, Mercy.”
The sleep partially cleared from her expression. “And if I don’t?”
Why the hell was she always asking that damn question? He dropped his chin and his wet hair fell forward. “Then I’ll probe your brain. I don’t want to, but I can do it without causing damage.” Most demons could not. “I’d try to stay out of personal areas that don’t deal with Sam or Fae plans against my people, but I can’t guarantee it.”
Curiosity burned in her eyes, lightening the blue one. “Can you control my brain?”
He grinned. “No. I can’t do mind control or make you actually do anything that you don’t want to do.” His gaze lowered to the smooth skin of her neck. “We can manipulate the fear and pain sections of your brain so you get frightened or think you’re in agony.” He cleared his throat. “And I can massage the pleasure points.”
Pink flooded into her face. “Is that what you did back at the tree?”
He blinked. “No. That was just you and me.” Her orgasm had nearly thrown him into his own.
Her eyes dropped. “I liked it. A lot.”
He leaned back. Was she manipulating him? He frowned, trying to read her.
She sighed and met his gaze again. “I know I lied to you about the no-sex law. But come on, Logan. We’re a people that pretty much raised ourselves. Did you really think there would be no sex?”
Hell if he knew. Fairies were almost mythical these days. “It was a smart move for you to escape,” he allowed. “I feel like I should threaten you with something if you try to escape again.”
Her eyes lit. “I’ve never been spanked.”
His cock jerked wide awake. “It’s not a punishment if you like it.”
“Oh.” She pursed her lips. “I’m not afraid of much.” Her gaze shot away again.
So that was something. She was a mite afraid of him, which showed intelligence if nothing else. “You ever been bitten?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “That was something new and rather unexpected. Shockingly so. Would that, um, happen if anybody bit me? The orgasm, I mean.”
Heat slid beneath his skin. Anybody else biting her? That idea did not fucking sit well. “No. It wouldn’t.” Which was more than likely the truth.
“That’s what I figured.” She eyed him, the firelight dancing across her smooth face. “I don’t know where your brother is. Our headquarters are in Edinburgh, but they wouldn’t have taken Sam there since I’m with you. You know. In case you tortured me for information and I gave it up.”
Anger snapped through him. “Your people, your fucking fiancé, is just fine leaving you with a demon who could easily torture you?” He’d need to take this Niall out just on principle. If Mercy was Logan’s, there was no way in any hell dimension ever created that he’d leave her in the clutches of the enemy for one second. Ever.
“I’m pretty good at getting out of scrapes.”
Because she was an unpredictable pain in the ass. “Even so, why isn’t there a full-out blanketing of this island right now? If you were my intended and an enemy had you, there would be a thousand soldiers here right now looking for you.” Logan was done with this shit.
She reared back. “Stop talking about me being yours. It’ll never happen. I’m promised and that’s that.” Was that anger or sadness in her voice? Maybe both. “Plus, who says I need help? I did knock you out.”
