Page 41 of Dancing with My Elf
“Your life could be at stake or some others you work with. Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Of course.” He exhaled. “That’s why I’m here.”
True. He’d volunteered for this mission, and it had nothing to do with me. Nobody would choose to face demons over a woman, especially someone like Lucas, who had women throwing cash for his attention each night. If I thought I was any part of that lure, I was insane.
The silence in my car amplified. I turned the music on low. He didn’t say much, which seemed unusual for him. Why?
“Are you afraid?” I asked him.
“Yes.”
I jerked in his direction. He’d never shown any fear before and had always seemed to go with the flow.
“Not of demons.” He fixed a stare on me.
I blinked. “Of what?”
“I’m afraid of never having a chance to kiss you again.”
My mouth dropped open, and then I clamped it shut. The vulnerability in his tone tugged at me. I searched his brilliant blue eyes. How could I resist this alluring shifter much longer? My reminder to stay focused slipped. I was falling hard, lost in his gaze.
Lucas leaned forward and brushed his fingers down the side of my face. “So soft,” he murmured. “I’ve been thinking about touching you again all day. “
Frozen, I yearned for him to kiss me again and dreaded what would happen if he did.
“Have you thought at all about me?” he asked.
My lips trembled. “Y-yes,” I stammered. When I leaned toward him, the outside world slipped away.
He closed the distance, brushing his mouth against mine. Magical tingles danced over my skin. Lucas moved his hand behind my neck, cupping it, and then he slipped his tongue in between my parted lips.
Oh, potent potions. This is what I’d been fantasizing about all day. I melted against him in the confines of the front seat. He ran his hand down my back.
A woman’s scream startled me. I jumped away from him, hitting my elbow on the steering wheel.
“Where did that come from?” I searched for the source of the scream but saw nothing from out of the car windows.
Lucas turned in both directions. “Not sure.”
My heart pounded. Damn. I never should have let myself get distracted. I threw open the car door, climbed out, and rushed toward the source of the scream.
“Wait,” Lucas called. “You don’t know what you’re heading into.”
It likely wasn’t good.
Chapter 9
Lucas
“Shit,” I muttered as Zoe ran headlong into danger.
Was she insane? I climbed out the car and rushed after her.
Around the corner of the next building, a woman struggled to escape the grasp of a man wearing a dark, hooded cape.
“Let her go!” Zoe commanded. She pulled a small black gun out from beneath her jacket and aimed at him. This weapon wasn’t like any I’d recognized from television or the movies since I’d never seen one in real life.
The man turned to her and flashed a humorless smile. He released the woman.
