Page 89 of White Hot Kiss

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Page 89 of White Hot Kiss

“Do you want to go back to class?” Roth asked.

“You sure you can’t read minds?” He angled the Porsche around a car in front of us, and my eyes popped wide as we narrowly avoided clipping the front end. “Or drive,” I added under my breath.

Roth grinned. “I’m sure. Though I’d be curious to know what goes on in your head.”

Right now I was wondering if we’d make it back to the city alive. “No. I don’t want to go back to school,” I admitted.

“Look how the mighty have fallen.” His voice dropped, teasing in nature. “I was totally planning on showing up in time for math.”

“Sure you were.”

Hitting the exit at breakneck speeds, he laughed softly. “We can go back to my place.”

My stomach tumbled, and not because he’d slammed on the brakes. “I don’t know about that.”

Roth cast me a sidelong look. “What? Are you worried that I’m taking you back to my lair to have my way with you?”

Heat blossomed across my cheeks. “No.”

“Damn. That was my master plan.” He hung a right. “Roaming around town isn’t really smart considering there’s a demon after you. So it’s either school or my place.”

Feeling like an inept preteen, I shrugged stiffly. “Your place is fine.”

“I thought we could use the time to figure out what the seer said about where the Key was kept.”

Sounded like a good plan, but nervous excitement buzzed through me like a hummingbird for all the wrong reasons.

Roth coasted the Porsche into a dark parking garage. Curious, I looked at him. “This isn’t your place.”

“I know, but it’s only a few blocks away.” He turned off the engine. “This baby isn’t getting parked along the street. Someone might touch it.”

His love for his car made him so human in that moment, it was hard not to smile. He got out of the car and had opened my door before I could even blink.

Bowing at the waist, he extended his arm. “May I escort you?”

I couldn’t hide my smile then. Placing my hand in his, I let him pull me out of the car. He threaded his fingers through mine, and I felt like I was on a roller coaster. “So what do you do with your car when you’re...uh, downstairs?”

“Remember Cayman? He’s a good friend. Keeps an eye on it.”

Glancing down at our joined hands, I almost tripped over a crack in the pavement. “You have friends?”

“Ow.”

I cracked a grin. “What? It’s an honest question.”

“There’s some like me who live in my apartment building. I trust them.”

“Really?”

He nodded, tugging me down the incline leading to the lower levels of the parking garage. Overhead lights spaced every few feet cast patches of light along the aisles, reflecting off the hoods of cars. “So, yeah, Cayman takes care of my baby while I’m downtown.”

“Cayman seems an odd name for a demon.”

He laughed deeply. “Cayman is an infernal ruler who remains topside. He, like most infernal rulers, is a demon manager. He keeps them in check and reports back with weekly and monthly updates. He’s also like an assistant to me.”

So middle management existed even in Hell.

I shook my head as we rounded the second level and, as if by unspoken agreement, both of us came to a complete stop. A bone-deep dread settled in my stomach like stones. My feet felt rooted to the cement. Roth dropped my hand and stepped forward, his eyes narrowed.




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