“Damn.” He pouted.
"I'll take care of her, demon. Leave it all to me." Blaise's hold on me tightened as Aziel trudged through the portal.
"So, what's going on with Viktor?" He let me go and sat down on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms over his head as he yawned.
I pulled the scrunchy out of my hair, letting it tumble over my shoulders and down my back as I placed it back on my wrist. "He's in New York, and Mortala and Priamos sighted him. We're all going to infiltrate the ring and bring it down, along with Viktor."
He nodded, rubbing his cheek. "When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"You're bloody joking."
"I'm not. We need to take that fucker down once and for all. The quicker, the better."
"I'm not disagreeing, Poppy. It's just short notice."
"I can't argue with that."
The thought of that boy we saw in the crystal ball being captured and killed by Viktor made my skin crawl. A healthy human with no fucking clue about the supernatural being turned was sick enough. Viktor draining them dry after the transition was worse.
"I know," Blaise said, his voice cracking into my thoughts. "I've thought about it too. When I was turned, I was already dying. I can't bloody imagine what it'd be like to be brought to the brink of death just to be turned and killed."
"I get why Carmilla sent his ass to Hell. He deserves worse than obliteration," I spat.
"But then he has a chance of crawling out like he did and hurting more innocents."
I took a deep breath. "I know, and you're right. But he's so fucking evil."
"He is." Blaise turned to face me. "Can I show you something?"
"What?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
"Then close your eyes." His breath fanned over my face.
I licked my lips before closing my eyes, and his lips descended on mine. I moved closer, lifting my leg to straddle his lap.
Our kisses were desperate, hungry, but as he pulled away, I noticed we weren't in Hell anymore.
We were in front of an old, seventeenth-century blacksmith shop. The scent of charcoal, soot, and sweat invaded my senses. It was much stronger than the smell that wafted off Blaise. Blaise also had a hint of cinnamon embedded in his skin I hadn’t noticed before.
My gaze scanned over the small stone building, and I noticed a forge set up near the door that was wide open.
There were a ton of other small structures around, like a village, but it was completely empty.
Blaise coughed, and I glanced down. I was still straddling him. I smirked, pressing down against his growing erection before sliding off his lap and getting to my feet.
He groaned. “You don’t play fair.”
“You taught me not to play fair.” I winked before pointing toward the shop. “Now, where the hell are we?”
“We’re in Wales. 1718. The year I was turned into a vampire.” He got to his feet and dusted the dirt from his jeans. “This is the shop.”
Holy shit. This is fucking crazy.
