Blaze:
I slammed the door shut with a kick, still holding Kat like she was the most precious — and dangerous — thing in the world.
She was.
My fire.
My Queen.
And after tonight?
She wasn’t just mine.
She was everyone’s warning.
Touch her — and f*****g die.
I set her down just enough so her feet hit the floor, but I didn’t let her move far.
Not a goddamn chance.
Kat looked up at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from the way I crushed them outside.
Feral.
Wild.
Beautiful.
She wore my jacket — crimson red leather — and it looked like it had been forged on her body.
Over her black tee and tight leather pants, she was a f*****g nightmare made flesh.
My nightmare.
My salvation.
My goddamn religion.
I grabbed the front of the jacket and pulled her into me roughly, slam
