Page 17 of Two Chambered Heart

“A precaution.”

“Who are you?” Corey asked, still looking at the guns.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Actually, at this point, I’m not so sure Iwouldlike to know.”

He ate up the space between them. Her chin lifted as he approached, her full lips pressing together in wariness. He crowded her into the closet, liking her reaction to his closeness.

“Are you scared of guns?” he whispered.

Corey held his stare, not giving anything away. She bit her lip and Kayden’s eyes tracked it.

He felt her grip the handle of the gun. He let her take the pistol from the holster, and then let her press the barrel to his ribs.

“Aren’t you?” she said under her breath, still holding his stare. There was no fear in her eyes, but a shadow of a smile ghosted across her lips. He let her believe she’d won, just for a heartbeat. And then he pressed his sheathed forearm to her throat, featherlight, but enough pressure to activate the spring for his blade.

As the knife slid from its cover, the metal skimmed through the skin of her throat. Only a surface wound, like a paper cut. Barely enough to bleed.

Her eyes widened and there, that was a prickle of fear in them.

Kayden grinned at her. He stepped back and pulled the gun from her hand, her fingers falling from the handle without a fight. He re-holstered it. The blade on his arm slid back home.

“Lesson number one—as soon as you get the gun, you shoot. Waiting is a death sentence.”

“The safety was on.”

“Well then, I guess lesson number one is to take the safety off before you aim.”

“I wasn’t going to shoot you.”

“I know. And you weren’t going to steal our car.” Kayden brought his face to her neck. He pulled her head back by her hair and licked off the few drops of blood that had bubbled up through the split skin. It was divine—salty and sweet andhers.

But not enough. He backed away before he could act on his desire to tear through her skin with his teeth.

Corey’s hand came up to her neck. The shadow from her chin made the mark almost invisible.

“The helmet will be too big on you. It’s an old one. The hat should help.” Corey took the hat and the helmet without a word, one hand still on her neck. She looked a little dazed.

Kayden pulled out two leather jackets and slid his on.

“This is one of Jason’s,” he said, passing it to her.

“I don’t think he’d want me wearing his jacket.” Corey looked at it like the thing was going to bite her.

“Why not? You’ve been wearing his sweatshirt all week.”

“You’re a fan of passing off Jason’s clothes to me, eh? Don’t have enough of your own to share?”

“No, Little Fox, it was Jason who left his clothes on the bed for you.”

Corey’s brow furrowed, but she shook her head and took the coat.

She was a vision, standing there in Jason’s leathers and his sweatshirt.

He swiped his thumb to call the elevator, and they travelled down to the garage in silence.

Before Kayden opened the door to the underground parking lot, he turned to her. “Are you going to run when I open this door, Little Fox?”

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