Page 71 of Knight’s Dominion

"You had a knife buried between your ribs yesterday." He stilled and his fists clenched at his sides as a shadow moved across his eyes. “You can go, but only to pack.”

Uh, what now? “Pack?”

"Once you've done whatever it is you need to do, call me and I'll help you with your shit."

She looked at him like he was high. "What are you talking about?"

The relaxed attitude flew out the window, vanishing completely with her question. He stood up straighter and his jaw did that clenching thing it did when he got super pissy.

His gaze sharpened. "You, moving in here with me for a while. That's what I'm talking about."

Her knees turned liquid. "You were serious?"

"Yes."

Her gut clenched because she knew in that moment that she’d made a mistake, a huge fucking mistake. “That was a heat-of-the-moment thing. I didn't think you were serious.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that.”

She crossed her arms. His stare was predatory, hard, unyielding. The same look he had in his eyes before he went into battle. “Why would you even want that?"

His heated gaze moved over her. “Isn’t it obvious? Until things die down, it's only practical.”

Die down. Her hackles rose. This was all about convenience for him. Having a place to plant his dick whenever the mood struck him. Nice.

"I'm not moving in here with you,” she said.

He scowled again. "You agreed."

She snorted. “I didn’t agree to shit.”

He took a step closer and she took another one back. "I said, ‘move in with me, at least for now’ and you said, and I quote, ‘Mmm-hmm.’”

"You had your cock inside me." Dammit, her voice sounded all husky and needy. He took another step closer, and she planted her feet, refusing to retreat another step.

"So?”

"So, I wasn't…thinking." Yeah, shit, that gave away too damn much. Her flight instincts kicked into high gear.

He ran his hand over his head roughly, obviously fighting for control. He turned from her suddenly, pacing away, then back, then away again—

She took her chance while his eyes were off her and rushed out the door. She’d made it to the elevator down the hall when Chaos came barreling out after her looking furious. He’d at least pulled on some jeans.

The elevator doors closed before he could reach her.

Grace let out a breath as she watched the numbers tick down to the garage and sighed in relief when the doors slid open and she saw her car waiting.

But her relief vanished when she stepped out.

Goddamn it. Facing the inhabitants of Hell would be preferable to the two knights currently standing beside her Toyota. Fucking perfect.

The walk of shame was bad enough, but in front of these two? She knew she looked like crap, or like someone had well and truly fucked her brains out. Which was damn close to the truth. And she wasn’t ready to admit the truth to herself, let alone these two.

Gunner and Zenon both eyed her as she approached.

“So it’s your car,” Gunner finally said.

“Yup…” Her words died in her throat when Zenon moved closer, his long, dark hair hanging forward, eyes narrowed as he leaned in. The big, terrifying, inked-up male sucked in a breath and his eyebrows shot to his hairline. She refused to blush. Not happening. "Did you just... Are you sniffing me?"