Extraits

"Just let me go."

"No." Apparently finished with the conversation, he swung his torso and lifted, landing her squarely behind him.

Her ass hit the leather seat. Damn it. How in the world had she forgotten his strengh? Even for a demon, his was unreal. He'd lifted her with one hand, and he wasn't even breathing hard. Before she could protest and burn his ears off, he ignited the engine and roared into the street.

She yelped and grabbed his dress shirt with both hands, leaning in for balance.

Nick Veis handled a Ducati like he did everything else in life... using control edged with a hint of violence. The contrast between the elegant demon official that he showed the world and the primal being lurking inside him showed just how far he'd come since this latest war had ended. But the elegance was merely a mask for the cold predator lurking beneath.

She wasn't the same wide-eyed girl he'd played with before. It had taken years, but she was as tough as they came, and she could handle him.