Bother flashed over him, and before I could react, he pulled me into him. My breath was a quick intake, and I lost my bravado in a wash of icy fear. “Oh,” Al hissed threateningly, his words shifting my wispy curls, “no need to get nasty.” He crushed me to him, his heavy hand landing on the back of my neck.

Adrenaline spiked. I was playing with a tiger. I was taunting a freaking demon!

Behind me the band continued, albeit shakily. Seeing my fear, Al split his lips in a nasty grin. Leaning into me, he tilted his head and whispered, “It doesn’t have to be this way….”

His hand caressed my neck, and I sucked in my breath. Hot need trilled through me, sparking from neuron to neuron, lighting a path to my core. My knees buckled, but I didn’t move, held in his grip. He was playing upon my scar, and doing it really, really well.

My next breath was a harsh gasp. I couldn’t think, it felt that good.

Al’s breath mingled with mine, uniting us when his breath swirled in my lungs. The scent of burnt amber mixed with the delicious feeling he instilled, forever melding the two. “Did you think only vampires could play upon your scar?” Al murmured, and I shook when he rubbed his thumb against me. “We came first. They’re only our shadows.”

“S-stop it,” I said, my eyes closing. My pulse was a fast thrum. I had to get away from this.

“Mmmm, such beautiful skin,” he breathed, and I shuddered. “You’ve been dabbling in a little vanity curse, my dear. It suits you.”

“Go to…hell,” I panted.

“Come with me and testify that Ceri has agreed not to teach anyone but a daughter,” he insisted. “I’ll take away a mark. I’ll give you a night of this. A hundred vanity curses. Whatever you want. Rachel…we don’t have to be adversaries.”

A moan, feather light, slipped from me. “You’re crazier than Newt if you think I’m going to trust you.”

“If you don’t,” he said, breath moist and hot on me, “I’ll kill you.”

“Then you’ll never get what you want.” His grip clenched, and finding strength in the knowledge that he was trying to dominate me, I opened my eyes. “Let go!” I demanded, my hand balling up and pushing.

“Excuse me, Lee?” came Trent’s voice from behind me.

The passion flowing through me cut off so fast I staggered, groaning. It hurt, damn it, having it ripped away so suddenly. Dizzy, I turned. Though Trent looked calm and confident on the surface, I could tell he wasn’t. Behind him Quen watched from across the room, tense but distant. It was obvious he didn’t approve of his Sa’han interfering.

“You have monopolized Ms. Morgan long enough,” Trent said, smiling. “May I cut in?”