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Protected.
Regardless, I slammed my left fist into the floor, sensing a hollow space beneath me. I wouldn’t put my vampires through the torture of the threat of sunshine.
“What are you doing?” Aidan’s fingers curled around my arm. “You’re missing the show.”
I seized his face with my burning hand. Now the flames did something.
The bastard screamed, pushing off me as his beard caught fire. He slid back with such force he cracked the door of a cupboard beneath the sink.
Paris…
I tore up floorboards, making a big enough hole for me to tumble into.
Paris…
The cold of the basement welcomed me. I rolled across the filthy floor, putting out the fire before it set this space alight, then took a moment to catch my breath.
Another fire, another basement. This seemed to be Aidan’s favorite brand of chaos.
Paris…
“It’s not real…” I rasped.
Murky magic crackled around me, that same concrete flooded my limbs again. It kept me on the floor, weak and useless.
“Paris…” I creaked.
My elf is about to kiss another man.
Magic or not, the envy would not relent, the agony worse than anything else.
It didn’t matter. Medusa and Vaughn mattered. They needed me now. Let Paris be free to kiss and…no. Paris wasn’t freely kissing anyone. He was under a spell.
“You’re not him!” Paris cried.
My heart jolted, the elf’s voice a balm to my ears.
Chapter Twenty
Paris
Declan cupped my chin, his calloused thumb gently caressing my skin. His yellow eyes locked onto mine, his lips parting.
“Pretty elf. All mine.” Husky tones washed over me, the hairs on the back of my neck stirring.
No…
Not him.
Yes, him. He is everything. He is wonderful. He is the kind of man you need to fall for.
Fall?
Fall in… Fall in…
His lips were almost on mine, barely an inch away.
If I kissed him…
