Chapter 42

"And my Guide to me: "He will not wake again until the angel trumpet sounds the day on which the host shall come to judge all men."

-Dante Alighieri, Inferno

"So, how was the conversation with Prince Charming? Did he get your mojo going?" Zach asked, when I left Rodriquez's office a bit later on. I stopped abruptly around the corner, sensing his rippling excitement nearby. I suspected that he was going to wait for me somewhere by the exit. I turned around, shutting down the tap of my stupid libido. Yes, he was still intimidating enough to make me lose my usual control, to make me think about stuff that didn't matter.

"Like you would want to know." I laughed nervously. "Have you seen Ronan?"

His cologne was strong, waking up desire that I'd buried deep inside me for a good two months. I hated to admit that I liked his cocky attitude and the fact that he still wanted to ravage me, so I couldn't remember my own name. Sad, but true.