Avenging Angel (The Fallen #4)(104)

The smile on his face was as cold as his laughter. She’d been correct before when she thought she saw a cruel edge to his lips. She could see that hardness right then. “You should be afraid,” he told her.

Yes, she was definitely getting that clue.

Eve pulled out the needle. Swabbed some alcohol over a wound she couldn’t even see.

Then she stepped back, as quickly as she could.

“Don’t come back in here,” he told her, eyes narrowing. A warning.

Or a threat?

Eve turned away.

“You smell like f*cking candy…”

She stilled. Now her heartbeat was the one racing too fast.

“You make me . . .” His voice dropped, but she caught the ragged growl of “hungry.”

And he made her afraid. Eve slammed her hand onto the metal door. “Guard!” Her own voice was too high. “We’re done!”

The door opened and she all but fell out of the room. Even though she was afraid, Eve risked one last look back. Thirteen was staring after her, his jaw locked tight. He did look hungry. Only not for food.

For me.