Demon Marked

flooded away the pain in a sweet rush. Oh, she’d waited for this. Wanted this. His lips parted over hers, searching out her response. Shuddering, she opened for him.
    He swept in, taking possession. Oh, God. This was nothing like his first kiss. That had been controlled, and this was all searing hunger unleashed with teeth and tongue. Ash’s fingers curled into his sleeves, holding on as his need fed hers, until she was moaning low in her throat, desperate for more.
    But he must have mistaken the sound for pain. He lifted his head—and no, she couldn’t grab him, pull him back down. She couldn’t follow him up and take what she needed. And now that she’d had it, now that she knew the feel of him, the sweetness, the heat, only the fear of death and breaking the damned Rules held her back. She’d have crawled across the frozen field for more of this.
    She could only ask. “More.”
    “No. I shouldn’t have—” Nicholas broke off. Looking almost shaken, he drew back. “I’ll help you inside. Are you still hurting?”
    “Not really,” she said.
    He pulled her up, so close, and when she looked up, the world stilled again. Would he kiss her? She watched the struggle play across his face, the war between what he wanted and what he believed.
    Belief won. He didn’t put distance between them this time, but he might as well have. His expression hardened—not cold now, but solid . . . and effective.
    Now she was hurting again, pain centered near her heart. Throat aching, she started back to the cabin.
    Nicholas trudged through the snow beside her. “So what the hell were you doing?”
    “We’re here to train. But if I’m going to do it right, I need to fly.”
    “So you just decided to jump?”
    “Yes. I needed to be fast, so we worked that out. Now I need to know how to make my wings appear, and if I can force them through some survival instinct, maybe eventually I’ll just be able to control them—just like I can be fast whenever I like now.”
    “So you’ll keep jumping?”
    “Yes.”
    “God.” A heavy breath clouded the air. “Tell me next time, then. So I can be there.”
    “I would have this time, but I thought you’d try to stop me.” His smile was grim. “I probably would have.”
    They reached the porch. Nicholas paused to stomp the snow off his boots. Ash’s were already clean and dry. She didn’t know how they did that. Sometimes she thought about what she’d like them to be, then looked down, and they were.
    “There’s something else,” she said, and waiting for him to glance up. “They weren’t familiar.”
    “What weren’t?”
    “My wings. They’re completely new to me.”
    He frowned. “Do you mean you just don’t remember—”
    “No. There’s familiar, and there’s not. The wings were not familiar.” And not in the same way the Boyles’ picture had been unfamiliar. There had been no surprise when she’d seen them, no sense of something new. “And I was falling, falling . . . but I didn’t know how to fly. It’s not in my procedural memory. Just as fighting isn’t, even though I supposedly fought in a war in Heaven. You’d think that would leave a stamp on someone’s memory, wouldn’t it?”
    Nicholas’s brows drew together. “So you don’t remember that. All right.”
    “No. I’m saying that being a demon is new to me. How can I put in a security code or drive but not know how to fly? It doesn’t make sense.”
    “It doesn’t,” he agreed, but she could see by the cold front coming in that the explanation that first occurred to him was: If it doesn’t make sense, then maybe the demon is lying. Even if he did agree, even if he believed her, Nicholas was reminding himself that he shouldn’t .
    Disappointment weighed on her chest. God, she was an idiot. Disappointment meant expectations, and that meant she’d expected something different from him.
    That had to be stupider than jumping from a tree.
    With a sigh, she left him standing on the porch and pushed open the cabin door, but stopped halfway through. She faced him again.
    The expression he wore was familiar. Battling himself again. Well, she wasn’t stupid enough to get involved in that fight.
    “Do you know what else wasn’t familiar? The way you kissed me. But maybe you can come up with an explanation for that, since I can’t.” The ache filled her chest again. “And because even if I could, you wouldn’t believe it, anyway.”
     
    This wasn’t working anymore.
    Nicholas