"Don't tell me you slept with him," he said, his hot breath on her cheek.
"It's what I do, Darian. You know that," she snapped. "You're two seconds away from me kicking your ass."
"Make it sixty. I'm enjoying this too much."
So am I. She didn't know where the thought came from. His magic warmed her from the inside out, the gentle current spreading through her body the longer they remained in contact. She'd sparred with Darian hundreds of times and never noticed the way he smelled or the heat of his body against hers. They both breathed hard from their battle. His breath tickled her neck and sent shivers through her body.
"I'm serious, Darian," she warned again. "Two seconds. One."
"I surrender," he said without moving. "I'd rather die here than elsewhere."
"Two."
"If-"
She snapped her head back and felt it crack him in the nose. Darian muttered a curse and rolled off her, gripping his nose. Breathless, Jenn pushed herself into a sit. The Grey God's broken nose bled for only a second before the wound healed.
They stared at each other.
"Xander didn't pull punches, Darian. I learned to move differently so I could survive. I had no choice."
"Wrong," he said firmly. "You could've told Damian you were in danger. Or me."
"Ikir Damian would've understood danger is part of my job," she said, rising. "I'm going to take a quick shower and catch some sleep. Jonny should be back soon. He'll want to see what you brought him."
Jenn left him in the gym and trotted through the halls and up the stairs. She was wired with a different kind of energy after the sparring session, one that made her remember all too clearly how she'd felt under his body.
Definitely not a good sign. She ducked into her room.
"Jenn."
She stopped and stepped back into the hallway, too preoccupied to notice Jonny standing in front of his door. His gaze swept over her body, lingering on her breasts, and she wished she'd stopped by the locker room to pull on a shirt instead of racing to get away from Darian.
"Hello, Jonny," she greeted him.
"Yes." He continued to gaze at her, his eyes showing the same fire Darian's had when he returned from killing Others. Only Jonny's was a high borne of blood and sex. She could smell both on him.
"I've gotta get cleaned up, then I can find you to talk," she offered.