Chapter Eighteen

Two days had passed.

Two. Days. And nights.

There had been no word from Jennifer or Zircon. No news or changes to his mission. He was stuck in a safe house with a female who was driving him bananas.

Speaking of, he nearly went cross-eyed as Daeja sat down, snacking on the yellow-skinned fruit. Who knew eating a banana could be so sexy?

Holy. Fuck.

Heliodore growled and rolled his shoulders. It was like the walls were closing in on him. They’d tiptoed around each other in the small safe house for forty-eight hours.

Images of his Wyvern and hers flying together in that metaphysical realm where they waited to be called burned in his mind. He could think of nothing less.

Well, nothing except the kisses they had shared. Even the memory of her lips, pink and slightly parted, and her increased breathing made his dick want to stand up and salute.