Paragon

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Her kiss was still on my lips.

I stared at the empty seat beside me. The many around me. Paragon spared no expense. The jet was due to refuel in 8 hours before taking me to Nigeria's capital. From there I didn't care. It was merely time spent away from her.

Flashes of the night before tore my mind apart in the best way. Separated my soul leaving half behind with her.

Her hands went through my dark hair drawing me inches from those lips. She did everything she wanted and I let her. So did the demon inside me—but it fought every second regardless.

Clouds formed a thick, pure blanket miles below.

Quinn's green irises watched me.

The wing of the jet cast a pencil white line behind as we cut through the sky.

Quinn breathed my name into my neck as she moved against my hips.

The ice in my glass sent a slow droplet of water down the side of the glass.

Her nails dragged hard against my cool skin and I took her off the ground entirely and forced her half way up the wall. That's when we both decided the future didn't matter too much. We kissed like we had first met and would last meet. We moved purposefully. Desire was finite and so was our time. Fire and ice. A pure collision of chaos and chance. Two impossible forces that would never reoccur as they had now in this moment.

She knew it and so did I.

I felt every inch of her burning skin on mine. Her hands ran through my hair and her teeth grazed the most dangerous lines of my neck—the growls weren't entirely predatory...

She only encouraged it, almost asked for that side of me to come to the surface.

I allowed it and more. I let my teeth sharpen more than hers ever would. I grinned in the darkness with my own before her. She grinned right back.

"Ms Fletcher?"

I flinched out of my world with Quinn—where it was still worthwhile.

"I do apologise—can I get you anything?" The sharply dressed steward asked.

I cleared my throat—despite it being a pointless action.

"Gin and tonic, please."

A distraction.

"Of course, Ms Fletcher."

Curious how these mortals used my latest immortal name. Perhaps I had Paragon's lackies to thank. Still... it felt too close to home. I didn't often share my chosen name with one offs.

He placed the drink before me carefully with a formal word. I nodded half there. I had never been so unfocused in all my centuries. So... not the sharp end of the spear Cordius had forged.

I snorted and drew the glass close to my lips inhaling the scent. Not so long ago Quinn tasted the same before every take off. Her legs sprawled over a chair arm while she interrogated my knowledge on law. Of course neither of us could yet find a gap in knowledge there... I would love to test other areas.

She was still very impressive for someone who had lived on this earth for such short time.

The phone vibrated inside my jacket.

The calm, fondness on my face vanished. All the warmth went with it and that burning, scarcely controlled rage simmered.

A set of coordinates lay on screen with nothing more. How predictable. They trust me with numbers and nothing more until the moment presents itself. I may well be walking into a live fire fight as I had in the Cold War—but that would be too easy.