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anyth—Ugh!”
    In a rosy flash, he grabbed my forearm and yanked me off my stool.
    I stumbled against his hot glassy body, and my breath squeezed tight.
    I wriggled, but he held me. I tried to look away, but he captured my gaze with his—not cold and contemptuous, but hot, intense, curious—and my guts melted.
    His breath scorched my lips, warm glass and roses, only an inch or two away. “Do that again, and I’ll do it back.”
    His glasschime murmur tinkled through me, dark and warm with promise. His bunched muscles slid on my limbs, damp with his rose-perfumed sweat, and damn it if his skin didn’t feel nice on mine. Improbably smooth, inviting, that beautiful hair pouring over my arms like a hot sparkling waterfall. His pulse against my breasts, a shock of pleasure. His arousal against my thigh a temptation, though doubtless that impressive hard-on had more to do with a snort of glittering black-jewel than it had to do with me.
    Rebellion fired my blood. All my fear, my sorrow, all that energy I’d stored up tonight begged for release. I wanted to run, fly, scream my rage at the stars, do all the naughty crazy things that being weak and bloodfae and Jasper’s girlfriend forbade me.
    I bared my pointed teeth, wickedness flaming like magnesium in my veins. “Dare ya.”
    His eyes glinted violet with challenge. “So kitty’s got claws after all. Wanna showify?”
    God, he was so fucking self-assured. His lips curled into a smile, and I thought I’d snap in two with rage.
    But I didn’t. Instead, a tingling ache flared in my wingjoints, and suddenly my mouth dried. Lights prismed through his translucent wingpanes, shadowing me in dark rainbows that smelled of roses and hot male skin, and the images that flooded my head weren’t sordid and violent but hot and sensual.
    My skin zinged fresh, alight, and I tried to stop staring at his mouth.
    This wasn’t happening. Moontide waxing in my blood, right? Making me horny, careless, indiscriminate. Just a little harmless rebellion. No way was I attracted to some cocky pinkglass gangpuke who called me a tart. Even if deep down, I feared he was right.
    But my body wasn’t listening. My pulse thudded, demanding things I didn’t want to give. I tried to talk, but only a whisper came out. “Get off me, asshole.”
    He just gripped me harder, his breath tight against my breasts. “Name-calling? Fine. You’re a whore, Ember. Sellifying yourself for safety. You blame Jasper but you’re a big girl.”
    Too close. His sparklesharp scent dizzied me, the play of his muscles against mine a hot confusion. “Bully,” I whispered. “Picker-on of little girls. Can’t take it if you’re not in control.”
    “Coward. Scarified little hider. Afraid to take what you want.” His hot ruby gaze caressed my face, my hair, slid downward to my lips.
    Heat pooled between my legs, slick and hungry. His fingertips played wicked games in the sensitive place between my wingjoints, and my voice dried to nothing. “Don’t do that.”
    He didn’t stop. “Why? Afraid you might likify?”
    I’d like it, all right. I licked my lips, tempted. “You afraid I wouldn’t?”
    His tiny hot chuckle caressed my mouth. “Mmm. Sounds like a challenge. I’m in if you are.”
    Moonshine flamed in my blood, and I leaned in.
    And my nose twitched with the familiar, tingling honeyscent of Jasper.
    Diamond released me in a swift ripple of glamour that shocked me breathless. His rosy glow dissolved, and he dimmed, leaving only a shimmering ghost and a faint scarlet shadow on the floor. Jesus. How did he do that?
    How did he do that? He’d barely touched me, yet my body still ached. My skin still tingled, frustrated, my lips stinging wet.
    I tossed my hair straight and wiped my mouth, flushing. I knew the glass-ass freak was still there. I could see him, hiding in the crowd, a faint pink outline that could have been an illusion, a reflection. He flicked his shadow-wings casually, caught his breath with