“WELL, THIS IS AWKWARD,” Kissera said.
Zarek shrugged, then walked around the side of his cabin toward the kennel.
“Chatty as ever, I see.” Of course he didn't want to talk. They hadn't done much talking when they hooked up before. “How 'bout a f**k for old times sake?” Zarek dropped whatever he was fiddling with and stalked over to her. Kissera chuckled. That got his attention.
“You don't belong here.”
“Tell me about it.”
“You should leave.”
“Would if I could,” she snapped.
Really. Spending alone time with Zarek was the last thing she imagined herself doing in Hell.
“Exit is that way,” he said pointing toward the fiery lake.
“You always had a strange sense of humor. It's amazing Luc tolerates you the way he does.”
For half a second, Zarek's black eyes shifted into a kaleidoscop
