was still first-class hot, and I wasn’t completely immune to a gorgeous man even though I knew he was a monster. One of them had said not even a high Fae could resist their power, and in their eyes, a mortal girl like me was lower than a low Fae.
“Come, mortal,” Baron commanded me in English.
His sexual power slammed into me. I parted my lips in shock and struggled to get a breath of air into my lungs. My body was more than eager to respond to his command, eager to go near him. He smirked, a little bit amused and mostly bored. I was too easy, just like every girl he’d played with.
But maybe I wasn’t exactly like an average Jane. The logical part of me was still in control, and that part screamed for me to run from the predators. Yet the wildly emotional part wanted to go to Baron and win his affection. It liked bad boys. The Fae’s animalistic power and wicked beauty called me like a moth to the flame.
While the two parts of me wrestled, I hesitated.
Surprise and irritation flashed in Baron’s amber eyes.
“She’s seen through your glamour,” Rowan chimed in with an uncharitable smile. “Her eyes widened and she looked freaked out at one time. This mortal girl might be more than meets the eyes. She has the Sight.”
“That’d only make the game more interesting.” Baron didn’t even bother saying it in the Fae tongue to disguise his wicked intention. He was cocky enough to believe I was a fly in his cruel net and that all he needed to do was to lift a pinkie to prod and then squash me. “I’ve been so bored for centuries.”
Centuries?
Literally? But they looked in their late twenties.
By now, I was sure they were a different species. No human could hold that kind of perfection—that is when they didn’t display fangs. They moved differently too, their gaits lithe and lethal at once.
Run! The smart part of me screamed again. But fleeing would be futile. The predators had come to my turf, ready to pounce, and my siblings were huddled together inside the house, terrified. I wondered if Emmett had the presence of mind to call the police as I’d instructed him.
I didn’t hear a siren approaching.
If I ran back to the house, I’d bring danger to my family. The two Fae would get off by chasing me. I had no one to rely on but myself, and my siblings depended on me for their survival.
Cold reality cleared the residual power Baron had imposed upon me. I must drive away the hunters and make sure they never returned.
The shadow fire had aided me. Maybe it would blast out of me once again to counter my foes?
“Come now, mortal,” Baron commanded impatiently in British English, flashing an impish grin that showed his fangs. “Let’s play. After I’m done with you, I’ll have questions for you, and you’ll answer them truthfully.”
The compulsion touched me again, but I was too busy staring at his fangs for the power in his voice to affect me.
Oh. My. God. A vampire! He’d said he was Fae, but he’d been using his power to compel me. Vampires did that all the time in the movies.
Whatever he was, he’d read me all wrong. I wasn’t the type of girl to let a man use and discard me like trash.
A deep part of me suddenly swirled alive at the thrill of danger and provocation. The call of battle started to sing in my blood.
I leveled my gaze on Baron. He looked annoyed as he waited for me to obey his command.
I sauntered toward him, swaying my hips for good measure.
He chortled in vicious delight. “See how easy it is with a mortal girl?”
Rowan kept up his icy demeanor and stepped a few paces away, his aloof eyes glazing with boredom and distaste. “Seems like overkill to coerce her with your power.”
“Are you always a sore loser when it comes to a female?” Baron bit back.
“Am I?” Rowan snorted.
Anger flashed by Baron’s eyes, which now glowed deep gold to match his long, golden eyelashes.
It seemed these two douches had a history of fighting over women.
“Get down on your knees, mortal,” Baron ordered me, not even bothering to learn my name. “And suck my cock. If you prove to be good, you’ll be rewarded.”
I stopped two feet away and gave him my best sultry smile. “With pleasure, sir,” I purred. “But you need to unbutton your fly for