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Alec arrived at the airfield in record time—mainly because he was trying not to lose Diana in front of him.
She drove like a maniac. Another reason to fear for her safety, even if she was fireproof. Would it make a difference if she hit the pavement? Maybe she could make a cushion from a fire’s drafts. It was the first thing he asked her when he finally caught up with her at the edge of the airfield.
“Is this the way you always are?” Diana asked with a furrowed brow.
“What way is that?” he asked, exasperated.
Being so concerned for someone else was tiring, and the fact she didn’t need or appreciate that concern was starting to grate on his nerves.
“So geeky and analytical. Kind of doesn’t go with the whole crown prince of darkness image,” she said with genuine curiosity.
“Well. .
