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a swift sigh. Looked anywhere but at me.
    Pretending nothing had happened.
    Well, nothing had happened. Nothing would ever happen. Cocky glow-in-the-dark prick. Taking advantage of me like that.
    Jasper’s wirestrong arms slipped around me, his long-muscled fairy body hard against my side. Deep violet eyes curled in wild blue lashes, gorgeous death-white skin, long charcoal hair torn artfully jagged, the most perfectly curved, mauvesweet lips in Melbourne.
    Lips that just made love to another girl’s mouth. His honeyspice scent weakened my limbs, and my pulse lurched. For all I knew, he’d gone down on her right there in the dark.
    I shivered, and behind him I spied shadow-Diamond sidling nonchalantly away. Like he’d done this before. Bastard.
    But Jasper’s embrace sank me into familiar fearful territory. Guilt flushed me damp, and I hated it. I hadn’t done anything bad. But instinctively, my confidence sank, my mind racing for something, anything I’d done wrong, any small action or movement or thought that could have raised my lover’s ire.
    Like, I dunno, nearly kissing his boss? My skin burned at the memory. Jesus in a jam jar. What was I thinking?
    Jasper’s kiss brushed my cheekbone, and I jumped, my heart melting at the same time. I wanted him to comfort me, stroke my hair, tell me everything was okay. I wanted to slam my fist into his face and fly away.
    “Did you get it?” His voice sparkled down my spine, dark and sultry with dirty earthfae come-hither.
    Not Emmy, hi, how’s it going? or Are you okay? or Gosh, I’m sorry you had to bloodfuck some random guy just because I said so. Let me make it up to you.
    Just, Did you get it? like I was some gang puke he ordered around. Like I worked for him.
    I swallowed, the half-healed bite on my throat hurting like poison. “Yeah, I got it.”
    “Show me, pretty.” He captured me for a kiss, and I fumbled the clasp of my velvet clutch bag. The curve of my back tingled under his palm, and my sensitive wingjoints ached. Damn him.
    I pulled back and popped my bag open to pull out the gemstone. My blood still slicked it, vampire spit trailing in a sticky string. I wiped wet hair from my throat, my gaze slipping. “Here.”
    Jasper took it, a greedy red spark lighting his eyes. “Oh, that’s good. That’s most wonderfully good. Did I tell you lately how special you are?” He wrapped me in his arms, his body pressed to mine, and danced me lightly backwards on a flutter of soft blackvelvet wings.
    His embrace dizzied me, made me think of chili hot chocolate, a crackling fire, deep silken fur caressing my back. Not for the first time I wondered what wicked spells lurked on his scent that he affected me like this. I licked dry lips, his honeycomb taste still tempting on my tongue. I was leaving him, remember? “Umm … look. We need to talk—”
    “How precious you are?” He kissed me, tilting me backwards so I had to squeal and flutter to stay up, the blood washing rapidly to my head. “How beautiful?” Another kiss, dark and smoky with excitement, his lips trailing to my gorestained throat. “How deadly, tasty gorgeous … mmm. God, Em, you make me hot, you bad girl.” His arm crushed my waist, my wings trailing on the floor. He nuzzled aside my flimsy wet top, and my treacherous nipple sprang hard in his mouth. I gasped at the sensation, hot and raw deep inside, and my limbs flushed weak.
    “C’mon, Jay-jay, can’t screwify around in the gutter all night.”
    That guiltwrapped roseglass scent invaded my stupor. I struggled, my whisper rough. “Let me up!”
    Diamond grinned at us, glowing as brightly as ever, a magenta-haloed angel. He’d wiped my blood from his fingers, straightened his hair where I’d messed it.
    My wings crawled with embarrassment. As smooth a liar as Jasper, and as arrogant. Obviously, he thought we had something to hide.
    Jasper swept me to my feet, but he didn’t cover me where he’d bared my breast. As if he showed me