Page 54 of Wicked Heirs

“Where he remains to this day.”

“Exactly.”

“He’s not dead, though. They sent him there alive.”

“I know. But he’s incapacitated.”

“For now.”

I shuddered. “Why are you bringing that up?”

“Because he should have been eliminated. That was what my father was trying to ensure happened.”

“My mom doesn’t kill.”

“She can’t kill, being a Fallen and of full angel blood.”

“Either way.” I walked to him, asking, “Why do you hate my mom so much?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, we’re both here immersed in my dream that you’re now controlling with my blood, so I’d say we have time.”

He stepped into me, right into my personal space, making my breath hitch at his closeness and the heat coming off him. “Another time. Talking about it now will ruin the mood.”

“There is no ‘mood’.”

“You’re lying.”

“And if I am?”

“I’d say you’re still running scared.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“No, you’re afraid of what I make you feel. Out of control, caught in a thrall, wanting to let your guard down so we can strip each other bare—in more ways than one.”

“There’s no fear. You’re way off base.”

“Then prove it.”

“Nice try, but I don’t need to prove anything. It’s called good sense.”

“Passion and desire have no place in good sense.”

I scoffed and brushed past him, heading for the wall I’d seen disintegrate, about to call my power.

But he snagged my wrist and had me gasping in the next second as he used it to jerk me back to him.

I smacked against his chest.

Right up close.

Too close.

His refreshing cloves scent infused me.

That undeniable dark allure of his enveloped me.

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