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I shoot him a knowing glance. He shoots me one back. It dawns on me. Donatello didn’t answer. He didn’t tell me whatinamoratameans. He didn’t say what changed, even though I feel like nothing is the same.

CHAPTER3

CASSANDRA

Night falls enough for us to roll down the back windows, no sunlight hitting Donatello. He drapes an arm outside, fingers moving to the wind, the tips of his hair kissing his cheeks. I watch him when I think he’s not seeing me, but then I think of Apollo and look away.

This is killing me.

“I spy with my little eye,” Tristan goes on after Apollo taught him the game, “something big.”

“A mountain,” Apollo shoots back.

Tristan grunts in defeat. I chuckle, leaning against Ren. He laughs, out loud and musically, the way he always does. “When we started this game, we had a small town around us,” the wolf shifter says. “Now, there’s nothing but mountains.”

“If it was up to me,” Apollo says, complain on his voice, “we would leave this car behind as soon as possible.”

Don turns in the seat, leaning closer. I lean away. His smell makes me want to lick a stripe up his neck. “What do you have in mind?” he asks Apollo.

Apollo lifts two fingers. “I’m a simple man. Bigger car,” he puts a finger down, “and clear windows.”

“Clear windows,” Don spits, rolling his eyes. “So I’d burn to death?”

Apollo grins at the windshield. “Crispy vampy.”

I crack up. “You’re rhyming, sexy!”

“He’s rhyming about my death,” Don points out, not insulted in the least. Anyone would have gotten used to it by now. Apollo wasn’t exactly friendly, not even in the best of times.

“Okay, so clear windows because you want to kill Don,” I say, leaning forward between the seats. “What about the bigger car? Are you uncomfortable here?”

“Of course I am,” the dragon replies, nodding with his entire body. “With a bigger car, I’d put Tristan behind,” he juts a thumb over his shoulder, “and then you’d be in the passenger seat.”

I wiggle my shoulders, reaching out to grip his huge biceps. “Why? Do you think I’d be a good navigator?”

“I need no navigator.” He waves off, reaching behind him to run a hand up to my knee. My pussy clenches at the emptiness at the same time. “What I would like, though, is your sweet body closer to me.”

Smiling, I lean even closer, my chin touching his shoulder. “Do you think I could suck you off while you drive?”

Don grunts, and I can feel Tristan’s burning gaze on me. Apollo tightens his hold around my knee, and I know he would reach higher if his arm let him. “I would love if you tried,” he replies in a gravel-like voice, low and sexy, that anyone can hear anyway.

The car is suddenly warmer. Even with the windows rolled down, it gets hotter in here, and my heartbeat picks up. It’s like they’re all staring at me, all undressing me with their gaze. I lean back and away from Apollo, soaking on the attention, parting my knees and hoping someone takes the initiative.

Ren swallows hard. “How long for New York?”

“Long,” Apollo replies simply, his voice colored in lust.

“Maybe we could take a break?” Ren asks, his voice tight too. Warmth comes off his body in waves, and when I look at him, I see the gold swirling in his pupils. They want me, and they want me now. I lick my lips, not taking my eyes from him.

Apollo pulls his hand back. I almost whimper. “No,” he says. “We need to get her to safety.”

Damn him. Always the responsible one. I exchange looks with Ren and Don, then I remember I shouldn’t be eye-fucking Don and look back at the road. It’s getting harder to breathe in here. Why does the car smell like sex? Oh, it’s probably me.

“I spy,” I blurt out, trying to distract them, trying to distract myself, “with my little eye... Something shiny.”

“Shiny?” Tristan calls, quickly back into the game. “Like the moon?”

“There’s no moon tonight,” Ren replies like he can feel it. He probably can.

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