Page 93 of Burn of Obsidian
“For research, obviously,” Lucifer chuckled, fingering the hole between the Daemon’s eyes. “The bullet went through and through, so I have no idea whether enough shards separated on impact to release Kace’s compound.”
“You’re planning on bringing that home with us?” Thea asked, looking a little green. “How are you going to get it past customs?”
“The same way Jax brought an unlicensed gun.” He swaggered over to the car, head swinging. “Nothing’s prohibited if you have enough money.”
Jax opened the car door so Thea could climb into the back seat. “You don’t have any money.”
“No, but you do.” With a wink, Lucy slipped into the front, throwing the head over his shoulder.
Thea shrieked, catching the head, only to fumble it onto the seat beside her. “Seriously?”
“It’s just a decapitated head, stop being a baby.” Lucifer clicked his tongue, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “Also, I can’t drive.”
Jax shoved at him. “Move.”
Lucifer grumbled, somehow managing to climb over the centre console despite his size. “Well, it seems this was a waste of our time. Unless there’s another power hungry bastard running around, Gideon has two pages, which has taken our chances from probable, to fucked.”
Jax pulled away from the museum to Ruhne’s manic chuckling, heading straight to the small, private landing strip. His hand slammed against the dash, denting the plastic. “Gideon still needs the third, and someone to decipher them.”
They had time to stop him.
“He hasn’t got the second,” Thea said, and Jax met her gaze in the rear-view mirror as she pulled out something from the back of her T-shirt. “Because I do.”
Jax eyed the tension along her shoulders. “Drink. It’ll help with the pain.”
Thea grimaced, taking another sip of the extortionately priced whiskey Riley kept onboard. It hit the back of her throat and she coughed, forcing him to pull back until she’d settled.
“It’s going to scar,” he commented, returning to suturing the wound closed. Luckily, the blade hadn’t nicked anything, and was reasonably shallow. Whatever was in Ruhne’s pixie dust had helped greatly.
Thea took another drink, downing the remainder of her glass. “It’s fine; I have a few of those already.”
“Hmm,” Jax hummed, concentrating on his hands rather than the roll of the plane. The fact her breasts were there wasn’t helping, either. She’d pulled her T-shirt off so he could get better access to her side, the sports bra she’d chosen to wear covering everything important. Except it stuck to her like a second skin, so tight it easily revealed the outline of the little barbells.
“Hell must have frozen over.” Her breasts shook with a laughing breath, which was almost as distracting as the turbulence. “You’re scared of flying.”
Jax kept his face neutral, which only made her chuckle a little harder. He wasn’t scared, but that didn’t mean he liked it.
“It’s okay,” she mock whispered, her words beginning to slur. “It’ll be our little secret.”
Jax quirked a brow, amused by how sensitive she was to alcohol. Her skin was flushed a healthy pink, despite only having a single drink.
As soon as they’d entered the plane, he’d sat her on the edge of the table, forcing both Lucifer and Ruhne to take the seats closest to the cockpit. Luckily, they’d crashed as soon as they’d taken off, Ruhne’s snores impressive considering his size.
A giggle escaped her lips before she stifled the sound, Jax having to pause once more until the movements stopped. Another giggle rocked through her body, making it difficult to keep the stitches straight. By the time he’d gotten to the last stitch, she’d drunk two glasses of whiskey, and it was almost impossible for her to sit still. But at least she wasn’t feeling the pain.
“You’re staring,” he said, feeling her eyes warm his skin. Snipping the thread, he settled the needle to the side, placing his palms flat on her thighs.
He didn’t have to look up from his position between her legs to know she was blushing, but did so anyway. “You know how I got the scar,” he said, thumb rubbing over the fabric of her leggings. “I was attacked by a hound when I was a kid.”
Thea cocked her head, the pink of her hair falling across her face, and reaching up, he tucked it behind her ear.
“I think it’s sexy, even with your emotional spectrum of a rock,” she said with a gentle laugh.
“A rock?”
“A very unnecessarily large, sexy rock.”
Definitely drunk, he thought.