Darker (Alexa O'Brien Huntress Book 6) - By Trina M. Lee Page 0,106

much crap I wanted to dig up. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I had to ask. “The FPA killed Bianca. What did she tell you?”

Arys groaned and made a dramatic show of whining melodramatically in protest. “She didn’t tell me a damn thing other than that she’d been sent to seduce either me or Shaz in order to find out more about you and what goes on inside The Wicked Kiss.”

“Don’t withhold shit from me, Arys,” I warned. “Briggs said she gave you info that Shya wanted.”

“She told me about a scroll, some kind of spell or something. Shya needs it. The FPA is trying to find it before he does. That’s all she would say.” Arys stretched and rolled us over so I was flat on my back beneath him. “I considered killing her. I thought you might be pissed if I did, so I let her go.”

“After you kicked the shit out of her?” I stared up at him, worried that he would tell me something I didn’t want to hear.

Arys’s eyes glittered with the memory. He smirked before lowering his head to kiss my stomach. “I did what it took to make her talk. Don’t judge, Alexa. It’ll be you making that call one day.”

My mind raced, putting the pieces together. I assumed Shya needed the missing spell for Gabriel who would then use it, along with my death, to open the chamber from hell. It was likely that Lilah sought the spell as well. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be a problem much longer. I just needed to find the scroll before either Shya or the FPA did. Easy, right?

“I was hoping Bianca would know something we could use against Shya,” Arys explained. “She didn’t. But, she did confirm that the FPA doesn’t have the scroll. Neither does Shya. As long as we get it first, we own his ass. Until then, he keeps every other big ugly bad away from you. I think it’s as good a deal as we’re going to get.”

Arys shoved me back down beneath him. I pondered his logic, finding it sound. We didn’t have many options as far as Shya was concerned. I was too impatient to wait for Shya to make a move; we had to find that scroll before the demon did.

Arys descended between my legs, interrupting my thoughts. The touch of his tongue stole my breath and left me grasping for words.

“We should talk about this,” I said distractedly. “There’s so much to consider.”

“Not right now there isn’t. There is only you and me. Everything else waits until nightfall. So, I suggest you stop talking, unless you’re praising my wonderful performance.” With a sinful laugh, he gripped my hips, holding me beneath him while he worshipped my body.

I didn’t argue. Hell, he had a point. Until I walked into Lilah’s, I just had to pass the time. Sleep would be a necessary factor in readying myself… after exhausting myself with my dark lover, of course.

Chapter Twenty

“Arys, get your ass out of that shower before I’m forced to flush the toilet and scald you out.”

I swiped a hand through the steam layering the mirror, but my reflection was still hazy. I saw calm brown eyes staring back at me. My hair was long and loose, falling down my back in a wave of ash blonde. Smoky black liner and mascara was all the makeup I wore. It created a dramatic cat eye effect, just the start of the drama for the evening.

“Why don’t you get your ass in here and soap up my… back?” he chuckled. “Don’t make me rub one out without you.”

“Alright, that’s it.” I reached over and flushed the toilet, giggling when Arys shouted a litany of curses.

“Not cool, Alexa.”

Ignoring him, I left the bathroom and rifled through my closet. Yoga pants and a simple black tank top made up my casual but easy to move in outfit. I knew I’d be fighting for my life in a matter of hours and couldn’t shake the sense of urgency. Having to wait until midnight to hit up Lilah’s party of mayhem and doom was making me impatient. I wanted to rush in and save my sister. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be that easy.

I took a slow, steady breath. Remaining calm and focused was in my best interest. It was just so damn tough.

Arys’s notebook lay on the bedside table. I had woken up to the sound of a pencil scratching against paper. Arys’s long buried artistic