Dark Tremor (Mated by Magic #2) Read Online Free Page A

attitude.
    “Of all the things I’m feeling, happy is not one of them.” He shifted, the truck lurched, and the cactus flew by. The ever present purple mountains loomed. “What in God’s name were you thinking, going to that part of town?”
    “I don’t get what business it is of yours.” Argh. What an arrogant prick.
    “Yeah, you do. You’re not stupid.” He took his eyes off the road long enough to give her one infuriating stare before putting a very male hand on her knee.
    Oh man. She closed her eyes and gasped as he pulsed sexual energy into her. A normal witch would’ve put the seat back, unzipped her jeans, and opened her legs. But she was stronger than that.
    Usually.
    Shaking, she peeled his fingers off her thigh, and placed his hand back on his thigh. 
    Her throat was dry, and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, when she said, “Just because we feel this attraction, doesn’t give you the right to...to...to anything.”
    “We’ll get to that, later. Tell me about the black turquoise.”
    Seriously? Wasn’t that just like a witch? All about the power?
    “I needed the cash. What’s the big deal?”
    “The big deal is that you could be charged by the clan court for hording and illegally selling a conduit.”
    “Clan court?” She swallowed past the growing lump in her throat. She’d been so busy worrying about someone stealing her pieces, she hadn’t thought about the bigger repercussions.
    He clenched his jaw, kept his eyes on the road, and didn’t say anything for miles.
    “What clan do you owe allegiance?” He pulled into Jelly’s lot, and parked the car.
    She started to jump out, but he got to the child locks with a fast click. She was his prisoner.
    Heart racing, she struggled to keep her powers from causing a previously unknown fault from making the news in Nevada.
    “Fine. Let me start, then. Jason Fialko. Nice to meet you.” An intense fireball spun in his outstretched hand.
    I am so screwed.
    “Brother to the billionaire Jack Fialko? Leader of the Iesco clan?”
    He nodded and let the flame die out in his hand. It moved to the center of his dark eyes.
    The ground trembled as sweat rolled down her side. Oh shit. She was going to lose control if she didn’t get out of there soon.
    “You’re Earth, right? Clan Brasmatia?”
    Swallowing hard, she croaked out, “Yeah. And you need to unlock the doors. I don’t like being confined, and that can lead to unpleasant consequences. Understand?”
    “Is that a threat?” He unbuckled his belt, held her hands, and loomed over her.
    “You’re scaring me, Fialko. Sometimes I lose control. You have no idea what I’m capable of. Let me out. Now .”
    He viewed her as if a specimen under a microscope, then let out a deep breath, and his face softened. He unlocked the doors and let her go.
    “Just tell me your name?”
    “Terra.” She reached for the door handle.
    “Last?” He reached an arm across her body.
    Her nipples went hard where he touched her and her brain cells refused to fire. She bit her lower lip and shook her head.
    “I want to know what you were doing in that shop.”
    “It’s not brain surgery. I needed some cash, fast. And, as I have said repeatedly, it’s none of your business.” The ground rumbled and the car shook. “Please. Just let me go.”
    “The dark turquoise. How much is there?”
    “Just what you saw on the counter and what you stole,” she lied.
    “By the way? I didn’t steal anything. I found a shard on the ground outside your spaceship-thingy.”
    “It’s an earthship.” She clenched her hands into fists. “And you tracked me out here to steal it. Same difference.”
    “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Don’t approach me again. And Stop. Following. Me.” She opened the door and jumped out, slamming it behind her.
    For a moment, she thought he would jump out of the truck and follow her.
    She let out the breath she was holding when the tires spit up gravel and the truck