Cambion Lord (Dark Warrior Alliance #23) - Brenda Trim Page 0,9
her body and she was covered in bruises, but that didn’t deter from her beauty. The snarl reminded Dante he didn’t know what kind of creature he was dealing with.
“Your friend wasn’t able to break me, and neither will you.” The female spit her words at him. Venom and hatred flying from her mouth with her saliva.
Dante held up his hands, palms out, hoping to calm her down and show he wasn’t a threat. “What friend is that? My name is Dante. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Her hands moved behind her back then forward. Silver glinted in the dim light of the lamp. She had a weapon now. Where the fuck had that come from? She was naked and he hadn’t seen anything on her.
“You think because you tell me your name and take me to someone’s fancy home, I trust you? Not fucking likely.” Her eyes never shifted away from Dante.
Dante tried to calm her with his tone. “I found you bleeding on the subway tracks and brought you here to heal. You’re safe. What’s your name?”
She shook her head. “I can sense your pheromones working on me, incubus. It won’t work. You know what I am.” She gestured over her shoulder.
Reason number ten million to hate my incubus side. Dante’s forehead pinched and one corner of his mouth screwed up. “I’m not an incubus. My mother was human. To get to the point, the only thing your scars tell me is that you’ve been hurt. Oh, and I didn’t catch your name.”
The angel turned her head to the side and headed around the coffee table slowly. She was closing the distance between them while also getting closer to the exit. “My name’s Chloe. Not that you’ll be able to tell anyone.”
Dante’s head titled to one side. The angel jumped into the air and flew toward him. Because yeah, he was running on the assumption she was a Fallen Angel, even if she didn’t fit the typical profile of one.
Unprepared for the move, he barely lifted his arms by the time her knife was thrust into his shoulder. “What the fuck?” Dante used the hands that landed on her chest and he shoved her as hard as he could. His mind trying to process what just happened while white hot agony traveled through his body.
Boy had he gotten this one wrong. He should have followed Jett’s advice and killed her before she woke up. Bile rose in his throat the second he thought of harming her. His mind scattered as his body pitched with hers.
Reaching up, he pried her fingers from the blade and yanked it out of his shoulder then tossed it across the room. “Stop it, dammit.”
“Fuck you.” Her foot connected with his hip way too close to his family jewels. He rolled to the side and scrambled away from her.
She didn’t say a thing as she scurried behind the sofa and crouched behind it so only her head was above it. She picked up Axel’s glass and tossed it at him. He dodged it easily, but not the book that followed right after. It hit him in the temple. Warm liquid trickled down the side of his face.
Wiping it with the back of his hand, he raced for the coffee table and jumped onto it then across the back of the couch. She shouted and threw her body to the left. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her to him as he hit the floor.
His shoulder smashed the wood and his skull bounced off of it. Her head hit his chin forcing his jaw together. “Let me go.” She squirmed and wiggled and clawed at his arms.
Dante wrapped his free arm lower across her abdomen and tightened his hold. His breath was coming out in pants, carrying her scent to his nose. She confused him. The sulfur and brimstone were faint and seemed to be on the surface. There was a sweetness underneath the blood and grime.
Dante jerked her in his hold. “I don’t want to hurt you. Hold still and listen to me.”
She stopped moving. He relaxed slightly but kept his guard up. The tension in her body was like a live wire on top of him. He needed to get her to listen to him. “What happened Chloe? Why were you battered and bleeding in the subway?”
Her arms fell to her sides and more of the tension bled from her. “What do you care? Just let me go.”