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Chance forced an easy grin.“Yeah.”
“Nice aura though,” shemurmured, more to herself.
Normally he’d ask. Eversince the first time she’d put a stop to one of his pairings,citing the man in question’s aura, he’d been fascinated. But at themoment, Chance was still barely keeping his shit together andtrying not to show her.
The ripping that dickhead’shead off was still top of his options. But he didn’t want to leaveher. Maybe he’d call in a favor and set a werewolf on the guy’s assinstead. Those scary fuckers could hunt. Or, even better, a dragonshifter. Nothing came back from dragon fire.
“What do you remember?” heasked to stem the flow of bloodthirsty thoughts.
She grimaced. “The guy from last night.”
The guy?“Three-piece-suit?” he asked. No way. That guy was puppy-dogharmless.
Elodie shook her head. “Theguy I was after. Seated next to three-piece-suit. You know...how Ibumped you and that’s why your arrow hit us?”
Even in the midst ofconcern, he couldn’t stop the grin from spreading over hisfeatures. “It rings a bell.”
A flare of color surgedinto her cheeks, and a shot of answering need about took him to hisknees. He’d made her blush several times in the night, and it wasbecoming an obsession. Because sirens did not blush. Not with theway they used their bodies as bait. Then again, Elodie had alwaysbeen different.
Or different for him? His chest tightened atthe thought.
“Anyway,” she gave him atiny shake of her head. “I moved because I glanced across the barand caught him staring.”
Chance frowned. “I’d thinkyou’d be used to staring by now,” he said, trying to work throughwhy that was a bad thing. She hadn’t just moved, now that hethought about it. She’d jumped. “And if he was who you were after,why was that a problem?”
“Becauseof the way he was looking at me.”
Cold ran through his veins. “What way?”
“Like he wanted to killme.”
Well…fuck.
“Had you seen himbefore?”
She shook her head. Thenpaused. “Though…I guess he was a little familiar. Maybe I’ve seenhim around? At another bar?”
Her preferred huntinggrounds.
“I guess that makes sense.”Chance didn’t want to scare her but… “He followed youhere.”
“I know,” she whispered.Then reached up to cup his face. “You really were worried aboutme?”
He startled. Did she reallyhave to ask? Trying not to scare her off with feelings, he reinedin his response. “Of course.”
Her lips trembled justslightly before she leaned up and pressed them to his. Not agesture driven by desire, but one that was sweet. Anacknowledgment. “Thank you for that,” she whispered against hislips. “But I do have some defensive skills.”
He’d never asked how shekilled her targets. Never seen. But he’d heard. Sirens wereformidable monsters, apparently. It was so hard to picture her asanything but who she was right now. Casually gorgeous in his shirt,hair a rumpled mess around her face, not a lick of make-up, andsofter. More herself, he hoped.
“I know.” He tucked astrand of hair behind her ear. “But you have to be awake for that,right? What if he’d dragged your unconscious body out of here andkilled you before you woke up?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Good point.”
“I have them every sooften.” He grimaced. “But, even after the arrow wears offcompletely, I think it would be safer if you kept me around untilwe figure out what he wants with you.”
Cupids were lovers, notfighters, but he was still a god. He had other tricks. Options. Andno one was hurting Elodie. Not while he had breath in hisbody.
Her lips pressed together. “We’ll see.”
