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There was something in his eyes.

A bright reflection of … a hard and ruthless warrior? Whatever it was in his eyes, it was of the angelic dominions.

He moved swiftly. His lips connected with hers. He bracketed her head with his palms, not pressing too roughly, but keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

It was a kiss. A strange, surprising kiss. Rough and fast.

Pyx had not been kissed before. And it was being issued by a Fallen one. To a Sinistari. How many ways of wrong was that?

Didn’t feel wrong. Felt kind of tingly and exciting.

Cooper swept his tongue across hers. A giddy sparkle radiated in Pyx’s belly—until he pushed her away and stepped across the room. Hand to a hip, he turned and gazed at her.

She swiped her mouth with the back of her hand, forcing out her most pissed tone. “That’s not how you disarm an opponent?”

“Oh no?” He toed the blade and kicked it across the floor toward her boot. “Looks like it worked.”