Читать книгу Brimstone Bride - Barbara Hancock J. - Страница 3
Оглавление“I heard you humming. I felt it,” Turov said. “I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
He didn’t touch her.
He didn’t have to.
The heat in his blood did.
He was damned and the Brimstone that sealed his deal with daemons sang its own song to her music-starved ears.
“It won’t happen again,” Victoria promised.
He looked into her eyes.
“I hope that’s a lie,” he said.
His gaze dropped to her open lips, but he didn’t close the distance. The heat between them flared. He seemed mesmerized. But then he straightened up and backed away before she made the fatal mistake of wanting his kiss enough to make it happen herself. His jaw hardened and the expression in his eyes cooled. She could still feel his Brimstone heat, but he was no longer controlled by it.
“Good night, Victoria.” His voice was rough. “I told you that you’d be safe here and I meant it. From every danger...”
