Chapter 42

"You know for a split second there, I thought you might wimp out on me," Harper said, his eyes like emerald fires behind his long dark lashes. I stood, wiping the knife on my jeans, staining my thigh with thick sticky blood and grinned. "You really should learn to have more faith in me."

"Touché, angel," he nodded and I raised a hand to his face, feeling the damaged skin and the slickness of his blood under my fingertips. He winced slightly. "That's got to sting," I noted, touching my fingers to my lips, unable to resist a little taste. He moved closer, pulling me against him, his hand firm on the small of my back. "Enjoying my pain? My, my, we really have come a long way haven't we?" he mused, raising an eyebrow. "Next thing I know, you'll be throwing me around your basement."