the groan as she dragged her beautiful ass against his hard cock, but she noticed the hard rod anyway. She looked like she was about to give him a few choice words, but then something caught her attention, and she looked over at the window.
“Where did that kid come from?”
Terror filled him as Ronan followed her gaze and saw exactly what she was looking at. Fuck, Alex hadn’t been kidding when he’d said pixies looked like seven-year-olds selling cookies. Before he could react, Alex came into sight, almost like he stepped around a corner without there actually having been a corner to step around. He immediately blasted the pixie with what looked a lot like a flamethrower but without the hardware, rushed past the burning body as it crumbled into dust, and came into the room.
“Time to go,” he said as he twisted the dial on the wall panel, placed his hands on them both, and then made the world spin out of control once more.
Chapter Three
“Don’t,” Kali said, swallowing hard, “ever, ever do that again.”
“Cell phone, Kali? Where is it?”
“Jacket pocket,” she managed to force past her chattering teeth. It felt like someone had put her in a paint shaker. Her head pounded, her stomach threatened revolt, and every ounce of energy she’d owned had completely fled. Even her eyes refused to focus. Kali registered her phone being taken from her jacket. The smell of melting plastic and hot metal a moment later was confusing, but she couldn’t really identify its source.
Ronan still held her, but he was also shaking with fatigue. From a strange type of sitting position he fell onto his ass on the floor and managed to take her down with him. He stretched out, and she lay sprawled across him, unable to move without feeling like she would lose her lunch.
“I agree with Kali,” Ronan said as he wrapped his arms around her and shifted her to a more comfortable spot. “No more slip travel. Twice in one day is very unpleasant. I think another one just might kill me.”
“Nah,” Alex said from somewhere above them. It sounded like he was moving around. “You just need to find your sea legs. It gets easier.”
Considering that she felt way worse than she had the first time, she found that hard to believe. “Wait! ‘Slip travel’? What the fuck is that?”
“It’s the way fire demons travel. Quite convenient really.”
“Fire demons?” Okay, now she knew for certain that they’d broken something in her brain. Fire demons? Slip travel? Incinerated seven-year-olds? There was no way she was sane. Maybe she was already locked in a rubber room.
Alex pressed something into her hand. “Eat this. I promise it will make you feel better.”
She squinted at the salt-encrusted cracker and really wanted to roll her eyes. She resisted, of course. Her headache was bad enough as it was. Unable to form any type of smartass reply, Kali lifted the cracker to her mouth and nibbled on the corner instead. It was really, really salty. Great, now she felt nauseous and thirsty.
Kali could hear Ronan munching away, the chewing sound rather noisy with her ear pressed against his chest. She shuffled sideways, intending only to climb off the man—she really shouldn’t have stayed there in the first place—but Alex lifted her into his arms and settled her on his lap as he sat on some sort of bench.
Feeling just a little less woozy than she had a moment ago, Kali managed to keep her eyes open long enough to look around. “Where are we this time?” They seemed to be in some sort of gym.
“My place,” Ronan said as he managed to lift himself off the floor and stay upright with minimal swaying. “Good choice.” He nodded to Alex and then turned and headed out of the room.
“I’m crazy, aren’t I?” she whispered to Alex. “I would have sworn I saw you attack a seven-year-old with flames from your fingers. I’m really in a hospital psych ward or something, aren’t I?”
“Sorry to disappoint you,