I jump to my feet as he stalks in, tension radiating off every inch of his extra large frame.

“Sit down, angel,” he growls.

“What did you?—”

“Saying nothing extends to while we’re in this cell together,” he snaps.

And that’s when I realize that he won’t look me in the eye.

“Did you tell them?—”

“Daisy.”

I go quiet.

This plan…it really falls apart if I think about it for a second. Cold fear slithers up my spine.

There’s nothing for a moment.

Then he slowly exhales.

Instead of talking, he takes me by the arm and drags me to the furthest corner of the cell, where he sprawls on the bench. Hebraces his long, heavy legs against the floor before yanking me into his lap.

I squeak as he wraps his arms around me, muttering something I don’t fully catch about demons and cuddling.

“Hold still,” he grunts against my ear. “This is how we can talk, got it?”

Oh.

Right.

I turn my face, pressing my cheek against his, and I breathe in the scent of him. If anyone else had been in a bar fight, then spent hours passed out in a car—and then a motel room—they wouldn’t smell great.

Zane Lowry smells like old books and worn leather. He smells like a cabin in the woods that has stood the test of time. There’s a touch of?—

“Are you sniffing me?”

I go still again. “Of course not.”

“That was the world’s longest inhale, demon girl.”

“Demon girl?”

“That was a test.”

“I don’t get it.”

He exhales and tugs on my hair. “Never mind. I’ve made a call. We’ll have a lawyer coming to bail us out very soon.”

My stomach twists at the cost of a lawyer. “Who did you call?”

“Don’t worry about it. Someone who could find us a lawyer. Right now, we need to look like we’re desperately in love. Try to act as if you enjoy being in my arms, angel. You’re stiff as a board.”

“It’s just—” I shift nervously against him, sliding off my perch high atop his thigh, and my butt settles right against a very obvious erection. “Oh.”

His grip on me tightens. “Playing my part as the eager bridegroom.”

“How are you turned on right now?”