Page 67 of The Fallen Ones

His eyes met mine in a penetrating stare that made my breath catch.

The barista called his name and without letting me go, he reached over and took his drink.

“Come with me,” he said in a deeply seductive voice that made goosebumps pop up along my skin.

“I don’t think I will?—”

“I don’t believe I asked what you wanted. I told you whatIwanted,” he said, pulling me along.

Not wanting to make a scene, I let him lead me outside and to his Mercedes. He opened the passenger door and turned to me.

“Get in.”

“I think not.” I let out a laugh, letting him know he was insane, but he raised a dark eyebrow at me.

“Get in or I’ll put you in.”

We stared at one another for a long moment before I sighed and slid onto the leather seat. He closed me in and got behind the wheel and started the engine.

“Damien—”

“Seatbelt. Safety first,” he said, backing out of his parking spot. I stared at him for a moment before snapping my seatbelt into place, my heart in my throat.

He hit the gas and his fancy car surged forward through town.

“Where are we going?” I murmured.

“For a ride.”

“Why?”

“Because I feel like we don’t spend enough time together, baby sister.”

“Stop calling me that,” I said, gripping my latte tightly.

“Why? You don’t like it?”

“It’s not true,” I snapped a him. “I haven’t been your sister for a long time.”

“You were also my little devil,” he said, not bothering to look at me as he made a turn that took us out of town. Damien scared me on a good day. On a bad one? Absolutely terrified.

“Damien, take me home,” I whispered as the scenery began to change the further we got outside the city.

He let out a soft laugh. “Drink. You don’t like when your coffee gets cold.” He lifted his own cup to his lips and took a drink before placing it in his cup holder. I mimicked, my heart bounding hard in my chest. Damien was unpredictable. He always had been, and that made him even more dangerous.

“What’s going on with you and Caleb?” he asked as I glanced at the speedometer. We were going seventy with no signs of slowing.

“Why are we going so fast?” I asked, swallowing hard. Carefully, I put my drink in the cupholder, not wanting to add burns to my body when we crashed.

“Answer my question.”

“Answer mine,” I snapped back.

He let out a soft, wicked laugh and pushed the gas, the car hitting seventy-five.

“Damien, please.”

“Answer my question.”

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