Tyrant (Scars of the Wraiths #2)(43)

Edan snagged my forearm, yanking me off the stool and up against his broad chest. I felt his cock through his jeans because it was hard as hell. Edan got off on a good fight; the Fire Wraith was impulsive and hot-blooded.

He grabbed my chin, but his fingers were gentle. “I want you. Right f*ckin’ now.” His graveled voice was deep. “You owe me.”

Whoa. Time to cool his cucumber. “I used you. The sex was good, but not that good. Be pissed and hurt and spit fire, but that’s the truth.” The second lie tumbled from my lips easily. The sex had been great, and he’d given me more than he knew. He had shown me that not every man would hurt me out of anger. Despite his fiery attitude, Edan would never harm me physically. And that was why I felt guilty about using him to help Balen.

His hand dropped from my chin. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”

“You just called me a bitch and a slut. I don’t think this is about anyone but you and me.” Another lie.

“I could take you with me.” Edan’s fingers splayed over my waist.

“You could and I’d hate you for it.” I stepped from his warmth. “I have to go.”

I turned to leave when he gently linked his fingers with mine. I sighed. Edan was not making this easy.

“Delara,” he whispered, “I care about you. What we had was—”

I placed my finger on his lips. He immediately grabbed it between his teeth and brought it into his mouth. Crap, wrong thing to do.

“Edan, please don’t,” I said.

“I can’t believe what we shared was all bull. Tell me it was real.”

How could I? It would only make things worse. There was sexual attraction, sure. He was tall, muscular, and had a strength that almost matched Waleron’s. And that there was the problem—Waleron.

“No matter what it was, you’re a Wraith. I’m a Scar. I can’t live permanently in your realm and you can’t in mine.” Wraiths were spirits, and spending more than a few hours at a time in the human world drained their powers.

“We can make it work,” he argued. “I didn’t mean what I said. I was angry.” Maybe he did or didn’t. The result was the same.

I wanted to say I didn’t either, but it was better this way.

“Come back with me.” He stroked the side of my throat with the tip of his finger. Shivers coursed down my spine at his gentle touch. I might not love Edan, but I did care about him and hated that I hurt him.

I wondered if Waleron felt that way using Trinity for her visions. No. He didn’t care about anything except his oaths.

“I want to f*ck you again,” Edan whispered.

My cell vibrated.



Where are you? Need you at Liam’s club. ASAP.

Shit. “ I have to go, Edan.” I quickly typed back.

What are you doing at Liam’s?

“Will you think about it?” Edan asked.

My phone buzzed again and I glanced down.

Tell you when you get here. Hurry up. I get antsy all alone with these bloodsucking vampires and bug-people.

“It’s Jedrik, something’s going down. I need to go.”

“You need me?”

That was sweet and I leaned over and lightly kissed him. “No. But thanks.”

He nodded and let go of my hand as he turned back to the bar and sat on the barstool. Then he grabbed the beer from the guy next to him and chugged it back.

Give me five.

Make it two.

That couldn’t be good.





I DIDN’T KNOW HOW it happened, but one second I was wrapped in some stranger’s arms ready to bite his neck, and the next second the guy was on the floor unconscious and Jedrik was dragging me through the crowd toward the washrooms.

“Jedrik?” I lost my shoe and stumbled.

“Just in the nick of time, eh, sugar?” Jedrik shouted over the music as he continued to propel me to the hallway.

Shoe lost, I limped after him as he towed me past the washrooms. Was he taking me out of here? But he couldn’t. Liam expected me back.

Oh, God, I needed blood. It was too late for me.

“Stop. Jedrik, stop, damn it. It can’t happen like this. It’s too late. I’m too far gone.”

Jedrik ignored me until we were alone in the hallway, a hundred feet from the fire exit. He pushed me up against the wall, his hand at my throat.

“Have you tasted blood since I last saw you?” Jedrik’s fist plowed into the wall beside my head when I didn’t answer right away. “Have you?”

I shook my head, but it wasn’t easy with his hand still locked on my throat.

“Then it’s not too late.” He released my throat, but his palms rested on the wall on either side of my head. Then he chin-lifted to the left, down the dimly light corridor toward the bar.

I followed his vision.

Everything inside me went haywire—pulse, breath, my belly whirled with an out-of-control frenzy of butterflies.

It was him. I’d recognize him from just the way he moved. He didn’t just walk. He owned his walk. He owned the ground he walked on and everyone around him. Over six foot three, broad shoulders, and long confident strides that said ‘get the f*ck out of my way.’ And people moved without him having to say or do anything.

I shook my head back and forth. “I told you I didn’t want him to know. Oh, my God, I told you.” I tried to slide out from under Jedrik’s caged arms, but he grabbed my elbow and held me in place.