She was hot and fluid under his hands and against his body, ready, so fucking ready, so with him. He wanted to get her totally naked—there was something really frickin’ hot about the idea of her like that and him fully clothed; plus then he’d be able to get to her nipples with his mouth. It was way too cold for that action, however, and besides, he was down for a quickie in this hidden place, but he was not feeling the idea that anyone would see her in that state, all gloriously undone and hot as hell.
The male and Blay were talking with iAm, both of them nodding their heads … only to recoil in shock, as if they couldn’t believe the story that had, up until now, been delivered secondhand by Steve Wilko’s PR man over there with the phallic symbol on his forehead.As Rhage took in her affect, he thought, man, he really was as selfish as he thought he was. She had lost her blooded sister Selena just days ago.
Of course she would look like some version of Trez.Standing next to her, Rhage wished he could help somehow. But he worried that he was as incapable of doing anything for her … as he was defining this seismic shift that had somehow occurred under his skin.Ostensibly, everything was the same and all was well.
He just felt like a different male for no good reason.… that he found terrifying.
Across town, at Abalone’s Tudor mansion, Paradise was sitting up in her own bed, in her own room, staring at the wall across the way.
She supposed she should have been happy. According to her father, the threat from the s’Hisbe had been neutralized, and everyone was safe … but she was completely unsettled.And he wasn’t just talking about getting dressed.
When there was no reply—but come on, like he expected her ghost to answer?—he took the nearest pants and shirt that he got to, threw them on his body, and walked out. For a good ten minutes, he stood in the center of the room and entertained the temptation to trash everything around him. But his body didn’t have the strength or the coordination, and his emotions couldn’t sustain the boil of the anger he felt.He looked over at the window Selena had broken. She had been magnificent in her fury, so alive, so …
Holy shit, he was going to drive himself insane.On his way to the door, he picked up his cell phone out of habit and then stopped in front of the exit to his room. He was pretty sure he wasn’t ready for pitying looks or prying questions. But he thought he’d seen that the shutters were still down?