Chapter Ten
“I don’t need thirty seconds, vampire,” Charlotte said. “I can do it in five.”
Dorian seethed. The anger burned through him as readily as the hellfire. “Well?”
Charlotte narrowed her eyes, her pulse thudding beneath his touch, a wild energy buzzing through her veins like electricity. Dorian sensed all of it—every beat, every rush, every richly layered scent.
It made him dizzy and hungry and desperate to kiss her, but it wasn’t enough to spare her Dorian’s wrath.
She’d bloody near gotten herself killed tonight—more than once. And for what?
“You, Dorian Redthorne,” she snapped, jerking free of his grasp. “You’re why. And I’d do it again in a hot second, no matter how much it pisses you off. So if you’re going to lecture me about—”
“Aiden specifically told you to drive back
