The contrast of his edgy face and hair in relation to his white shirt and artfully faded blue jeans made him look like a rogue angel. I busied myself ...ith Bentley in order to keep from gawking, but it didn’t help much. His eyes appraised me. ‘Why are you so sore?’ There was an accusation in his voice. I rolled my eyes. ‘Twenty questions again?’ ‘Are you avoiding my question?’ ‘What’s it matter?’ He sighed. ‘Truce. You’re limping.’ ‘Went for a run and hit the gym last night.’ I caught the. He used his powers to open an elevator shaft and careened up the shaft at a ninety degree angle…straight up into the one hundred and eleventh level. Ashriel tightened his buttocks, fearing his heart and stomach would come out of his ass any second. He zipped around a corner, looping up the walls, ceiling, and floors until he flew into his quarters. The aircycle went sideways when he tried to stop, slid across the floor in a crazy spin until it bumped the edge of the bed’s pedestal. His mate,. She looked at him. ‘Some of your family drove me nuts with the pleasantries that came out of their mouths and the backstabbing looks I caught every once in a while. I understand now why you wanted to get away from them.’ She laid her head on his shoulder. Everyone was mostly quiet for the rest of the trip. Diana’s father had waited up for their arrival and he could see they were all exhausted. So he showed them to their rooms and bid them all good night. ********** Christmas morning dawned. Patrick had the decency not too laugh, though he couldn't quite conceal his smirk. "You young girls never can hold your liquor." I opened my mouth to point out we were only about five years apart when he cut me off. "Come on, I'll take you home." You're drunk," I snapped, letting him help me off the floor because... what the fuck?"Not drunk, no. Tipsy, yes." "You shouldn't be driving." He looked over at me with those jolly rancher eyes and grinned. "You can trust me."In that moment, with his.