“Wait,” said Kev, and placed his hand on Archer’s. The touch stung, Kev’s rough palm over Archer’s raw knuckles. When Archer turned to glare at him, Kev’s face was very close to his. The demon breathed out hard and warm over Archer’s skin, eyes wide and dilated. “Asshole,” said Archer. He pulled his hand away. “The f**k is it? You want my blood so bad?” Kev swallowed, turned his hand over. His eyes ran over the smears of blood on his hand hungrily, but then he clenched it closed, and looked up at Archer. Kev’s eyes were painfully intense, but Archer had enough experience making uncomfortable eye contact and he didn’t look away. “Nothing else we did tripped an alarm,” said Kev at last. “And this would,” said Archer. He didn’t bother removing any of the irritation or skepticism from his