Blood Trinity by Sherrilyn Kenyon & Dianna Love

Author:Sherrilyn Kenyon & Dianna Love
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2010-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

SEVENTEEN

The sense of spinning ended abruptly with Evalle standing upright. She shoved her hands out for balance. Her palms hit a surface that flexed, but it was the lungful of raw sewage she breathed in that told her exactly where she was.

Sen had teleported her to a port-a-potty.

In the middle of the summer in Atlanta. Gross.

That bastard’s sense of humor came from the same place his head was shoved up most of the time.

She fumbled with the door handle and stumbled out onto a dark sidewalk on shaky legs, gulping fresh air. The sidewalk pitched with her vertigo.

Nausea threatened to finish off her perfectly crappy day.

At least it wasn’t dawn yet. That would be more like Sen to stick her in a port-a-potty in the middle of a hundred-degree day without sufficient clothing to leave.

A hand latched onto her shoulder. “Hey—”

She came around swinging out of reflex, her mind a rush of red fury. No one would ever hurt her again.

He blocked her right cross. She shoved her knee up. He used another hand to deflect her slam to his groin. That gave her an opening to throw an uppercut with her left fist, clipping the edge of his chin.

“Ow, dammit. Stop!”

He spun her like a top on a string.

Vertigo won at that point. And she figured out who she fought.

“You stop or I’ll throw up on you,” she warned, sure that would be enough to make Storm shove her away.

“You don’t transport well, huh?”

Was he laughing? She could break his hold even though he had her back pinned to his chest, but her legs were so weak she’d probably land facedown on the sidewalk. She hated to ever feel weak, but the shaking wouldn’t stop. “We call it teleporting in VIPER. You make me sound like fresh fruit that gets damaged in shipment.”

He did laugh this time, a warm, throaty sound. His grip changed from one of containment to one of comfort.

She tried to make herself push away from him, from being held, but her body refused to help. His fingers wrapped her abdomen and moved slightly, cupping her waist. He breathed deeply, a motion that gave her an up close and personal idea of just how wide his chest was.

The air changed from one of joking to awareness.

Not the fight-or-flight mode she usually experienced this close to a man.

She was torn between wanting to stay in this moment a few seconds more and shoving away from someone who was helping Sen.

“You better now?” Storm’s voice was next to her ear and sounded as though he didn’t want to hear yes, but that was the answer she gave him. “Okay. If I let you go, will you promise not to hit me or throw up on me?”

“For now.”

When his arms fell away she experienced a quiver of disappointment. And surprise at not feeling the bone-deep fear of being held and hurt in his grasp.

Would she ever want a man to touch her … to really touch her?

She stepped away,

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