Allenton snapped as Lor hurried to keep up with him. They rushed across the casino as if they were being pursued. Was Allenton afraid the females would chase them down? Lor was not at all upset by the possibility. He refused to be infected by the Shadow Assassin’s annoyance. The look on the redhead’s face had been worth whatever commotion his actions created. He couldn’t get her image out of his mind. He’d felt something odd in the casino and turned to find her staring at him. Then he’d felt a pulse of awareness more powerful than he’d ever experienced before. She had lovely hair, thick and wavy, a rich auburn that only revealed its fire in a certain light. He wanted to tangle his fingers in that silky-looking hair as he kissed her senseless. She’d gasp, then moan as her human resistance gradually surrendered to the inevitable power of their… Inevitable? Why did he feel so certain that was true? “No harm was done,” Lor insisted. “Relax.” “I cannot relax, and neither should you.”
