“You wouldn’t do that so maybe it’s good they never knew you could,” she suggested. “And that you never knew either.”

He couldn’t argue that, but it didn’t make him move out of his current dark mood.

“Since I knew I’d have you, lived knowin’ I’d lose you,” he told the ceiling.

“I know, baby, but you won’t lose me now.”

“No,” he stated, again giving her his eyes. “Now I gotta worry about losin’ you to these fuckin’ Prophesies. Had a whole twenty minutes to celebrate. Now I know I can have you forever with me, and that hangs over our heads. So somehow that makes the thought of losin’ you worse.”

She stiffened on top of him. “We’re not gonna let the evil supernaturals beat us.”

“Yeah? You’re sure? ’Cause they probably got witches on their side, pissed witches, who got knifes that can fuck an immortal up.”

“That wasn’t the best news of the day,” she muttered, her eyes drifting to his shoulder.

Too much was flooding his mind; he couldn’t sort it all. He needed space, so he dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass and ordered, “Off me, pussycat.”

He saw the hurt shift through her eyes, but before he could do anything about it, she rolled off. He moved to catch her, doing it with human speed, which was a mistake. She kept rolling and was off the bed, nabbing her panties and pulling them up.

“Bao bei, just need some room to think and breathe,” he explained.

“You got it,” she said, her voice forced to light. “You gave that to me yesterday. I’ll give it to you now. I’ll go downstairs. Check on Chen and Jabber. Go and tell the others you need a few hours and we can start again.”

She said all this while struggling to put on her bra. When she finally got it on, he moved, grabbing her hips and yanking her back into the bed, settling them on their sides, her back to his front, their bodies curved to each other.

“By ‘room to think and breathe,’ I just meant you off my cock. I still want you at my side,” he said in her ear.

She took in a deep breath, but it was ragged.

What the fuck?

“Lilah,” he growled.

“You have this…thing where you turn off on me, pull away from me,” she explained, but did it facing the pillows. “It’s just seconds, but I lose you and I don’t mean your dick. I mean whatever is going on in your head.”

“I don’t do that.”

She twisted her neck to catch his gaze. “Yeah, you do.”

“Tell me when I did that,” he demanded.

“Just now,” she replied.

“I explained that.”

“You didn’t see your face when you told me to get off you.”

Fuck.

“When else did I do it?” he asked.