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“I just meant…you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“I don’t? What credit do you think I should be taking?”

She shifted in her seat, so she was facing him more directly. He shifted his attention to her. His dragon was fully focused on her too.

“You do a lot. You’re doing a lot. You’re risking everything to rid the world of someone who is making it much worse. While your clan, the clan who thinks someone else could do better is nowhere to be found.”

Henrik’s heart lurched at her words.

“Bad things happened. And sometimes they’re impossible to stop. You believe in the good of fate, but not in bad things? Only in good things? That doesn’t make any sense. Your clan is lucky to have you and your siblings. Even now as you take their criticism, you’re here in a car with a human trying to figure out how to keep them all safe. Your clan is full of a bunch of idiots.”

“Don’t you rag on your president when he doesn’t keep you all safe?”

Quinn shook her head. “No. He can only do what he can do. There are plenty of people who blame the president for everything, especially when it’s the not person they personally elected. If politics were that simple, then the world wouldn’t be such a fucked-up mess. Most people do the best that they can, but we’re all people. We make mistakes. We can’t predict the future. You’re fallible. It’s better that way, trust me.”

He reached over and cupped her cheek. His thumb dragged along her perfect, full bottom lip. “I swear if we weren’t in the middle of a stake out trying to rescue our friend and my clan and possibly saving the world, I would spend the rest of the week worshipping you and your body trying to give you everything you deserve.”

Pink bloomed over her cheeks and she smiled. “I think you’re being a little too nice. I’m not some perfect person either.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. You’re the most perfect creature I’ve ever met.”

“That’s a lot to live up to,” she muttered, looking a little defeated.

“I know you’re not perfect, but you are to me.”

The smile that curved over her lips made him wonder if he’d ever seen anything more perfect, more lovely, and more trouble than the likes of Dr. Quinn Thompson.

13

Temperature Rising

Quinn’s temperature was raging hot. Ever since Henrik had said the sweetest thing she’d ever heard, her entire body was burning with need. She was supposed to be helping, working, looking out for people coming and going and yet all she could think about was crawling over the seat and dragging him into the back and making him put that giant cock of his to work in her dripping pussy.

It was scary how turned on she was. Her nipples were tight around the barbells she wore, just sending more zings of need straight to her core.

The air in the car seemed thicker like maybe she wasn’t the only one reacting, but Henrik said and did nothing. He kept his focus razor sharp. He was aware of everything that came and went around and in the Crimson Club.

Finally, there was a break, something to keep her focused. “Who is that?”

There was a curvy woman with bright pink hair. The rest of her looked like a goth queen in a black pencil skirt with knee high boots and a black cami with her breasts all but spilling out. She wore a red pea coat over it to keep the winter chill away. She sauntered up to the back-alley door and knocked. She waited a couple of minutes before the door opened.

“That is Tabitha. She’s changed her hair, but I recognize her.”

“The witch?” Quinn asked trying to keep all the players straight.

“Yes.” Henrik pulled out his phone and set it on the docking station he had by the steering wheel.

Syrena answered on the second ring. “Whatcha got?”

“Tabitha.”

There was a moment of silence. “At the club?”

“Yes, she just went in a minute ago. She’s got pink hair now.”

“That bitch’s hair turns color every other week. Warren just checked in an hour ago. Stefano went home, but he’s had about five vehicles show up at his place. Warren doesn’t recognize any of them, but he took pictures and he sent them over. We’re trying to identify them.”

“Grey?”

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