“You seem vexed.”
Angeline whirled to find Jordan
hiding in the shadows of the hall. “What
are you doing out here?”
“Tell me you were not the least
bit annoyed by the Seraph’s repeated rambling?”
Jordan stepped into the light.
“Don’t answer that, I heard you.
Temper, temper.”
“So I guess you know how fun I can
be when I’m annoyed then.” Angeline
retorted with as much ferocity as she could muster given the close proximity of
the shifter.
“I suspect you are quite enjoyable
when irritated.” Jordan stepped closer
so that they nearly touched. “But then I
think you are quite enjoyable all of the time.”
Angeline stepped back but Jordan
moved forward. “Stop that.”
“What? Do I make you uncomfortable, fairy?” Jordan
smirked, the cocky, smug look that he so often wore.
“You were not so bold in front of
Damarra.” Angeline enjoyed the flicker
of fear that broke across Jordan’s face for a moment.
“Not many are bold in front of
ancient Goddesses, including you.”
Jordan sized her up, staring deep into her eyes. She felt his hand slide around her waist but
couldn’t manage to move away. He pulled
her closer and she let him. “I can be
bold in front of you, Angeline. I can
make you feel things, give you the life you’ve denied yourself for so long.”
“I have obligations.” Angeline breathed the words with so little
conviction she didn’t believe them herself.
“This war will end, the Emerald
will prevail, choose me now and we will move on together.” Jordan leaned in, his lips nearly on hers
when a throat cleared behind him.
“Sorry to interrupt, but you are
sort of blocking the entrance to the kitchen.”
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