"Of course I fucking want to. He's a fantastic lover."
"You should not—"
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing when it comes to my love life, Azriel!" I exploded. "Because no matter what happens between us, we both know you'll be gone once the keys are found and this mess is all sorted out. You'll never be anything more than a blip—pleasurable or otherwise—on the radar of my life."
He didn't say anything to that. I guess there was nothing he actually could say. It was the truth, pure and basic.
He turned around and touched Logan's forehead. The older man blinked several times, then swung around to face me.
"—come in here," he said, his voice hinting at anger.
I blinked, then realized he was finishing the sentence he'd started when we first walked in. "Oh, sorry," I said hastily. "Wrong bathroom."
I unlocked the door and left. Azriel was two steps behind me.
"Now what?" I lightly rubbed my arms—there was a decided chill coming from his direction.
"Now we see what happens when he leaves."
I half frowned, then remembered Ilianna's warning. "Why would anyone go to the trouble of tampering with his mind if they were intending to kill him tonight?"
He shrugged. "Why would anyone fuck a man she does not entirely trust?"
For a moment, I could only stare at him. Then the anger rose, so swift and sharp I had to dig my nails into my clenched fists to resist the urge to smack him.
"Because," I all but hissed, "despite all that is sane, I find myself wanting you."
And with that, I stalked away from him. He didn't follow. He didn't need to. He was connected to my chi and he could find me whenever he wanted.