Page 113 of Glass Jawed
“Flattery’s a dangerous game,” I murmur.
“Apparently, Ilikedanger.”
His thumb brushes my cheek. Then the back of my neck. His touch is gentle, but it zings.
And then—he leans in.
This time, it’s not a whisper of a kiss. This one landsfully. Warm, slow. Like he’s hoping it’ll turn into something. His lips taste like cinnamon whiskey and the kind of nostalgia you neverquite grew out of. His hands slip reverently along my back, then tangle in my hair.
It’s good.
Enough for my tipsy self.
But—
Then my phone rings.
Or no... it’sIshika’sphone. Her ringtone slices through the moment.
We part. Breathless. Dizzy.
Ishika’s already holding her phone, frowning as she answers. “Kash, slow down.” Her brows draw together. “What? I don’t understand... um, I don’t know. She’s with me right now.”
My stomach plummets. “What happened?”
I start fishing my phone out of my purse, heart thudding.
Ishika raises a hand, still listening. “Chillana band kar, Kash. What happened?” Pause. “Okay, okay. Bye.”
(Stop screaming, Kash.)
She turns to me with the strangest look.
“What?” I ask, my phone finally in hand.
“Umm...” she hesitates. “She said Lucifer is in Delhi?”
My mouth drops open.
My brain does the translation before I can catch up.
Lucifer is in Delhi?
Lucifer is in Delhi.
Lucian. Fucking. Vale is inmyDelhi!
“What the fuck?” I breathe.
I don’t even get time to absorb the atomic bomb she just dropped on me when I feel it.
The burn.
That unmistakable sense of being watched by someone who knows every inch of your body and every crack in your armor.
I turn my head.
And there he is.
