Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(125)

Baby? Did he just call her baby? Wait a minute. “Strip?”

“Now.” A muscle ticked in his powerful jaw. “Our tags are minute and could be anywhere on you.” He dug both hands through her hair, tugging just enough to flood her with unwelcome tingles. “Not in your hair.”

“I am not stripping,” she said through clenched teeth, her body doing a full tremble.

He lowered his head until his nose almost touched hers. “Take everything off, or I’ll do it for you.”

She blinked.

He gave a barely perceptible eye roll and turned around, pulling off his T-shirt. “Drop the clothes and put this on. It’ll cover you for the time being.”

Muscles rippled in his back.

Her mouth went dry.

“Now, Victoria. We have to hurry.”

The urgency in his voice got through to her. She shucked her clothes, kicking off her socks and shoes, shivering in the light rain. The second her jeans hit the ground, she reached for his shirt and tugged it over her head. The soft material fell beneath her thighs and surrounded her with the scent of male.

He turned around, and yep. His bare chest was even more spectacular than his back. “Everything off? Bra and panties?”

Did Adam Dunne just use the word panties? A slightly hysterical giggle bubbled up from her abdomen, and she shoved it ruthlessly down. “Yes.”

“Good.” He took her hand. “Sorry about the bare feet, but we’ll get you replacement clothes soon. For now, we have to run.”

A car screeched to a stop outside the alley.

“Bullocks. They’re here,” he muttered, launching into a run down the alley. “Hurry, and don’t look back.”

Panic seized her, and she held firm to his hand, her bare feet slapping hard cobblestones.

A fireball careened past her, smashing into the brick building above her and raining down debris. She screamed.

Adam stopped and shoved her behind him, dark blue plasma forming down his arms as he pivoted to fight.

She gulped in air and peered around him as three men, each forming a different color plasma balls, all stalked toward them from the street.

“Run, Victoria,” Adam ordered.