Soul Fire(8)

By: Juliette Cross



He didn’t answer. “Do you have any idea how much damage you caused tonight?”

I flinched, taking a step back. “What? Me! I didn’t cause all this.”

“I beg to differ. There were no problems till you walked into the place.” His gaze flickered down my body like a heavy caress.

“Excuse me. I came to watch my friend’s band. I had nothing to do with all this.”

“Funny, because you were at the center of the riot. But you had nothing to do with it. Right.” He shook his head, practically sneering. “Human women.”

Condescending ass! Anger flared, knocking me out of my stupefied state damn fast. “Just because men are brainless, testosterone-filled fuckwads who can’t resolve anything without their fists doesn’t make this my fault.” I’d pushed into his space without realizing it, fueled by indignation. I poked a finger in his sternum at eye-level. “Men are the ones who trashed this place. Not me!”

His eyes dropped to my finger. I removed it. One side of his mouth twitched. “Fuckwads?”

I fumed, biting my tongue.

His face remained placid. “I’m assuming you have a last name.”

“Yes.”

Pause.

“Is it top secret?”

“No.”

Pause.

“Would you give it to me?”

“Why?”

One brow arched in challenge. I dreaded telling people my name because of my father’s famous, and sometimes infamous, reputation. This was doubly true for this guy. The power play between our families had been long and notorious.

He tilted his head lower, pinning me with a menacing stare. “Because I’m now responsible for getting you home safely, even though you got yourself into this predicament, and I’d like to know who I’m dealing with or whose family might raise hell about this precarious situation.”

By precarious he meant a human daughter carried home in a Morgon man’s arms. I knew a few girls who’d slept with Morgon men. The stories they told made my toes curl, but no human would be caught publicly in the arms of a Morgon. Not from my neighborhood anyway. And definitely not from my family. Somehow, he’d deduced I was the kind who didn’t mix with Morgons.

“Don’t worry your precious head about it,” I snapped. “I’m not telling anyone how I get home tonight.”

He glared. “Your last name.” A command. I understood why Slade leapt off the balcony lickety-split.

“Cade.” I ground my teeth together. “It’s Jessen Cade.”

“Ahhh. I see.” His granite face cracked into a smile.

My heart pumped faster. I thought he was stunning before, but that was nothing compared to this smiling god.

“As in Cade Heights.”

I nodded.

“Cade Technologies.”

I blew out a breath, propping a hand on my hip.

A smirk creased his hard features. “Cade Enterprises.”

I rolled my eyes.

He laughed, a rumbling sound, melting me inside. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, princess.”

“Don’t talk about my panties.” My thighs squeezed together of their own volition. “And don’t call me princess.”

He crossed his arms across his chest. “Not a princess, eh? What title should I give you? Is queen or empress a better suit? No, maybe not lofty enough. How about goddess?”

I could barely unclench my jaw to mutter, “Arrogant ass.” He chuckled again, making me madder. “How about you, Mr. Nightwing?” My tone dripped with disdain. “As in Nightwing Security. Nightwing Armament and Munitions. Nightwing Industries. Let’s see, what title would suit you best?” I tilted my head, giving him a too-sweet smile. “Prince Pompous Prick? No. How about King of Fucking Everything?”

His eyes flared with a wicked gleam. His voice dropped low. “Come, princess.” He splayed large hands around my waist, burning through thin silk straight to my skin. “It’s time to get you home.”

My breath hitched. He scooped me into both arms and leapt off the balcony. I screamed. Massive wings beat us higher and higher. The skylight glass was open. He shot us straight through like a rocket, up into the balmy night. Panicked, I coiled my arms around his neck, pressing my upper body into his, and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Shit, shit, shit…”

A rumble of laughter vibrated from his chest to mine. His charged energy tingled my breasts. I straightened my torso, trying to keep his electric aura away from me.

“What’s wrong, princess?” A lopsided smirk. “Scared of heights?”

“No.” Like I’d admit it. Or the fact his close proximity had my heart racing.

We plunged downward. I screamed again, clinging closer.

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