style="font-size:15px;"> How dare he show an irresistible sense of humor now, softening his face and adding all kinds of sexy. Where had this amusement been yesterday or the day before?
“I told you once but I will tell you again,” he said. “I do not want to hurt you.”
“Oh, well.” She shook her head, pale hair dancing over her shoulders. “That makes this okay, then. Go ahead and kill me.” Sarcasm dripped from each word.
“Anya.”
“Hush it. I’ve been nothing but nice to you, helped you and your friends, and this is how you thank me?”
A muscle ticked under his eye. Had she, perhaps, hit a nerve?
“I would change the circumstances if I could. I would—”
“You have a choice. You can walk away.”
“I can’t.”
“Whatever, Flowers. Let’s just get this over with,’ kay. All this talking is giving me a headache.”
His brows arched into his forehead. “You are going to let me take your soul, then?”
“Hell, no. I thought I made it clear I’m going to fight you to the death. Yours, in case you need more clarification. Here and now. I’ve killed an immortal before. Doing it again should be no hardship.”
“Yes, Reyes mentioned Aias.” Lucien made no move in her direction. “Why did you slay him?”
She lifted one of her shoulders in a casual shrug. Inside, though, she was anything but serene. The memory of her clash with Aias was not a pretty one. What could have been, what could have happened, still sometimes haunted her. “He wanted to fuck me, and I didn’t want him to. He decided to go ahead and do it, anyway, so I decided he’d look good with a hole in his chest.”
Lucien popped his jaw. “I hope you inflicted pain.”
Her eyes widened. Okay, back up. An immortal—a former Captain of the Guard at that—was glad she’d killed an elite warrior? First time that had happened. The knowledge twisted through her, profoundly affecting everything it touched. Finally someone, and a virtual stranger at that, was taking her side.
“No worries there,” she managed to work past the sudden lump in her throat.
Lucien’s hands curled into fists. Why? Didn’t matter, she supposed. She was just proud of herself for noticing because it meant she wasn’t staring into those otherworldly eyes like a lovesick puppy.
“It doesn’t have to be this way,” he said, his tone stiff, flat.
“You said that already. But news flash—yes, it does. I’m not going to bend over and take it just because new gods are running the show and they don’t like how I do business. I’m not going to bend over and take it because the big cheese is greedy and wants to steal from me.”
Lucien’s gaze sharpened. “What does he hope to steal?”
Her lips pursed. Damn her runaway tongue. Of course Lucien had latched on to that last bit of her speech. “Don’t listen to me. I spout all kinds of nonsense when I’m scared. Remember when I told you I liked to lie?”
“You are not scared of me or anything, I would bet, and I doubt you were lying this time.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. “So you did not spurn Cronus or cheat on him?”
“Does that matter?” She twirled the end of a lock of hair, making sure the point of her dagger glistened in the sun. “Does it make a difference in what you’re planning to do to me?”
“No.”
“Then I see no reason to answer.” If he wouldn’t give an inch, neither would she.
He raked a hand down his face, looking utterly exhausted all of a sudden. “I can give you a day, perhaps, to say goodbye to your loved ones.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” she said drily. Her sarcasm didn’t last long, though. Her short list of loved ones played through her mind, sparking a pang inside her chest. Her mother. Her father. William, her only friend. If Lucien managed to defeat her, they would most likely never know what had happened to her. They might look for her, worry. “Do you extend the same courtesy to all your victims?” Do not think like that. You aren’t and won’t be a victim.
Again, “No.”
“So I’m just a lucky girl?”
His lush lips once more thinned in displeasure. No matter how scarred his cheeks were, nothing could detract from the beauty of those lips. Maybe because she knew how soft they actually were. Maybe because they’d branded her all the way to her soul and she’d forever bear their imprint.
“Yes,” he finally said.
“I’m going to decline your oh so generous offer, lover. I think I’d just prefer to kill you now rather than wait. See, your presence is really starting to offend me.”
He stiffened, and if he’d been anyone other than the (nearly) unemotional warrior she knew him to be, she would have suspected that she’d hurt him. “Now who is rude?” he said flatly.
Did he think she was talking about his scarred appearance? Dummy. Answering him would have opened the topic for discussion, however, so she said, “How shall we do this, hmm?” She gave her blades a little toss, caught the hilts and twirled them in her hands.
He leveled a frown of resignation at her, as if anything else in the world would have been preferable to this inevitable showdown. “Just remember. You chose this. Not me.”
“You followed me, sugar. You chose it.”
She’d barely finished the sentence when he materialized two inches from her face, placing them nose to nose. She gasped, sucking in a deep whiff of his rose scent. He slapped one of the knives out of her grip then quickly moved to take the other.
The first action caught her unaware, but she was prepared for the second. She flashed several feet behind him and knocked his skull with a sharp, upward kick. Why she didn’t just stab him in the back, she didn’t know.
He stumbled forward, caught himself and whipped around to face her, eyes slitted.
“I’ve seen you kill,” she said, trying not to sound impressed. “I know your moves. Taking me down won’t be easy.” She flashed behind him again, but he was smarter now, on to her tricks, and spun, banding one of his arms around her waist the second she materialized and finally whacking the other blade from her hand.
She almost moaned at the heady sensation of being back in his embrace, the violence somehow only adding to her arousal. She lingered far longer than she should have, savoring the feel of his…erection? Oh, baby, yes. So he liked their sparring, too? Interesting. Exhilarating. And absolutely delicious.
“So strong my little Lucien is. I’m almost sorry I have to fight dirty,” she added, just before kneeing him between the legs.
Howling, he doubled over.
