Chapter 13

Strolling to his Ducati, Vergel got on and started it up, then drove into traffic. He didn't wait for a gap, barely missing being run over, ignoring the blaring horns as he turned left.

Putting in his earbuds one-handed, he cranked up the music and sang along to the song as he let his mind wander back to her. Always back to her. The hunch he'd had weeks ago now—of glass-green eyes, of power like gilded shadows washing over him, through him—filled his mind.

Aside from his brother Ethan and best friend, Finn, Vergel had never cared about anyone and had never felt protective of anyone. But, he felt protective of the little alchemist and had from his first, tiny vision. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe and help her.

He may not understand why, yet, but she was important to him—to all of them.

That he'd had to tell a little white lie tonight to get his brother and his friend to the club, luring them there under the pretense of capturing the little beauty, barely bo