Kael pulled back from Liss's kiss, his lips tingling with her electric warmth, his chest still heaving from the Reaper's chokehold.
The basement's flickering lights cast jagged shadows across her face, her electric blue eyes glinting with a mix of concern and mischief.
Her blonde hair spilled over her silver-and-navy suit, the glowing suit pulsing faintly, a living storm wrapped in skin.
"Why don't you stay at my place?" Liss murmured, her voice low, charged with an intimacy that made his pulse skip. "They're hunting you, Kael. My house is the safest spot you'll find."
Kael exhaled, his eyes dropping to the cracked concrete, the weight of the night pressing on his bruised shoulders. "I've got a team. Freya, Rhea, the twins—they're my responsibility."
"Bring them," Liss said without missing a beat, her grin flashing like a spark. "I don't mind a full house. All I mind is you being anywhere I can't keep an eye on."
