She nodded, her eyes widening. “He’s not so bad.” She reached out and rubbed a hand down his bare arm, leaving sparks in her wake that shot right down to his balls. “I’m not trying to manipulate you. It’s just that we started something out there, and I’m having trouble thinking until we finish it.”
No fear. Not an ounce showed in her eyes.
“You get that we’re on opposite sides of this thing? That we might end up being enemies, and I could hurt people you care about?” he asked, his mind fighting his body over what to do.
She reached out and cupped his chin. “One night, Logan. Just one.”
Chapter 14
Logan looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive. One bite at a time. She swallowed, feeling small and somehow powerful at the same time.
“You don’t understand me,” he said softly, lust and desire crossing his expression.
Mercy tried to make her smile saucy, but her lips still felt a little blue from the cold. “I’ve read everything about you.”
“Your innocence is both adorable and fucking irritating,” he growled. “You and me? We’re different. One night with you wouldn’t be enough.”
Now that was beyond sweet. Her smile widened while his jaw hardened even more.
He leaned closer. “I’ve tasted your blood and heard you cry my name in pleasure, and I want more.”
“Then take more.” Good line. Yes. She hadn’t seen many movies, but that was decent dialogue.
His eyebrows edged down. “I’m a demon. A vampire. A hybrid.” He gave a sharp nod as if that explained everything.
“So?” Her nose wrinkled.
He shook his head. “Your people made a mistake in leaving this world.” Then he straightened and frowned, his nostrils flaring. “Are you hurt?”
Her eyes widened. “Not really.”
He made a sound lower than a growl and reached for the blanket.
She slapped his hands. “It’s just my feet.”
“Damn it.” He leaned back and lifted her feet to his powerful thighs, his hold infinitely gentle. “Shit.” Wincing, he turned them over, examining them from toes to ankles. The rocks and rough ground had sliced them to raw hamburger. “Can’t you heal these?”
She nodded. “Sure. We heal really fast.”
He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Nobody has taught you to send healing cells to injuries.” Again, he shook his head. “Your people need help, Mercy. You need to seek shelter with the Realm.”
The Realm was their enemy. She’d been taught that since she was five years old. “You’re a demon, Logan.”
“We’re aligned with the Realm,” he said absently, wiping blood off the pad of her left foot. “Close your eyes. Let’s see if we can do this. If not, I’ll give you some blood, but I don’t know how a fairy will react to demon blood.”
“Fae,” she said. “And you drankmyblood.”
“That’s different. Close your eyes and do what I tell you to do.”
Sometimes he was too bossy. But the cuts on her feet hurt, so what the heck. She closed her eyes. “All right.”
“Imagine cells in your body that have one function only—to heal injuries.” His voice was a low, gritty croon now.
“Okay.” She imagined them a fluorescent blue. With the crackle of the fire and Logan’s soft touch, she was getting more aroused than before. “I can see them.”
“Send them to your feet and tell them to heal the cuts,” he said.
She felt a little silly, but she did as he’d suggested. She tried really hard. “Is it working?”
