Now I understood the gloves.
It wasn’t an Order member who’d intervened.
He now stood under the lamp, and I would swear the light intensified as it shone down on him, as if powered by his presence.
The Prince stood before me. “We meet yet again.”
Chapter 15
My hand tightened on the iron stake as the buzz of anticipation swept through me. No way should I be excited to see him—and the mere thought of that was so utterly confusing—but I was.
So I ignored the feeling. “You totally just stabbed Elliot.”
His brows lowered as he hooked the stake to what I assumed was some hidden sheath. “I did.”
“You do realize he was one of the missing younglings, right?”
“You do realize you were trying to stab him in the head, which would have roughly the same result as what I did?”
Okay. He had a good point.
“And you do realize he was about to choke the life out of you?”
“I completely had that handled,” I said. “Completely.”
“Is that so?” He folded his arms across his chest as he stared down his nose at me. “You looked like you had everything under control with his hands around your throat. Just like you looked like you had everything under control Monday night, when—”
“I had that fae under control and Iwasabout to stab him in the head,” I reminded him. “Before I was rudely interrupted.”
The Prince cocked his head to the side. “Saving your life is rudely interrupting you?”
“I didn’t need my life saved, thank you very much.” Pushing to my feet, I met his stare with a glare I was rather proud of.
“That’s not the thank you I was expecting, but I’ll take it.” His lips curled into a smirk as my mouth clamped shut.“What were you doing out here, Brighton? I thought we had an understanding.”
“We did? Because I’m pretty sure that I never gave you any indication that we had an understanding.” I turned away from him and then gasped, stumbling a step back. He was in front of me. “Jesus.”
“Not quite.” His arms were at his sides.
“Ha. Ha.” I rolled my eyes as I fought a grin.
“Why are you out here, Brighton?” He was not nearly as amused as I was. “You’re not an Order member.”
“I am an Order member.” And whatever amusement I was feeling evaporated. My hand around the stake twitched and I resisted the urge to lob it at his smirking face—his very attractive, smirking face. “I was born into the Order and I am willing to give my life to fulfill my duty to the Order.”
“I stand corrected,” he demurred, dipping his chin. “However, you are not a hunter.”
“Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious.”
He stared down at me.
Exhaling roughly, I shook my head as anger and a good dose of embarrassment churned inside me. I was a real Order member. God. “Look, thanks for getting involved when you weren’t needed, but I’ve got things to do that don’t involve standing in an alley talking to you.”
“Really? What are those things you have to do? Go to Flux? The Court? Risk being seen again?”
I ran my tongue along the roof of my mouth. “Actually, no. And you know what, why are you out here? How did you just happen to be in this alley? Not exactly a place on the must-see list of New Orleans. I’m beginning to think—” I sucked in an unsteady breath. I hadn’t heard him move, but he’d shifted closer.
“Think what?” he asked.
