I kiss the tip of his nose. “Back at ya.” Suddenly, I’m very aware that I’m wearing a skin-tight cat-suit and Lincoln looks yummy in his body armor. The air around us pulses with energy. If Adair weren’t staring at me like I was another Tinea, I’d totally kiss Lincoln right now.

The Prince reads my mind. “Later, Myla.”

I purse my lips, half frowning. “Got anything more specific for me on that?”

Lincoln frames my face with his fingertips. “There will be time for us. I swear it.” He’s talking about more than a kiss. Desire blasts through me. Oh, yeah. My eyes flare bright red.

The Prince leans in closer, his mouth outside my ear. “I think that’s a record for fastest time from zero to sparkling.”

My mouth curves into a semi-snarky grin. “You’re such a competitive little creep.” And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Stepping back, I exhale a long breath. We can’t afford to stand around cracking jokes. “I need to find Walker. I’m late to the bunker as it is.”

Lincoln’s brows arch. “I need? Do you think you’re going alone?”

I mock-frown. “I thought that was the plan.” Lincoln’s staying with me? Wow. A bright spot in an otherwise bleak day. My heart lightens.

“When Armageddon invaded Purgatory, the plans changed. I’m not going anywhere until I’m certain you’re safe.”

I kick the ground with my heel. “I’d tell you to join your people, but you won’t listen to me anyway.”

Lincoln shoots me a sly grin. “And secretly, you totally want me around.”

My cheeks turn pink. Am I that obvious? “That too.”

“Knew it.” With a wink in my direction, Lincoln turns to Adair, offering his arm. “Can you walk?”

She keeps her hands to herself, for once. “I’m fine.”

“Very good.” The Prince tilts his head. “I’m afraid you must travel with us until we can get you home.”

“That’s okay.” Adair’s voice is barely above a whisper. I eye her for a long moment, my forehead creased in thought. Our fight with the Tinea demon changed her somehow, but I can’t put my finger on it. I shrug. Whatever it is, she’s certainly less irritating.

“Hello, there!” Walker limps toward us, his arm raised in welcome. I’m happy to see that his skin’s a healthier shade of pale. Around him, the stadium looks pretty much deserted. “I can portal everyone to the bunker now, if you’re ready.”

My gaze shifts between Walker and Lincoln. With my two favorite guys along for the ride? I’m more than ready.

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