Make Me Burn: Fireborne, Book 2 Read Free

lowered his voice. “But seriously, after all the shit that went down last month? The murders, our own twisted version of angels versus demons…him? It’s a lot to take in.”
    “Angels and demons,” she snorted. “I’ve read every one of those books you bought me, cover to cover, and all I can say is the quote-unquote angels must have one hell of a PR department. Other than the glowing bits, they aren’t anything like that in real life.” The facts about demons—Jinn—on the other hand, were fascinating and eerily accurate.
    Greg nodded. “And you just made my point. In real life. Aziza, in real life you are dating a werewolf and you can set yourself on fire . You have powers I’d always relegated to the land of fiction and bull puckey. I’ve needed some time to come to terms with it, so I can only imagine that you do too. Maybe Brandon knows what you need better than you think.”
    Aziza sucked in her lower lip to restrain the pout she felt forming. She really wished Greg weren’t defending Brandon. She wanted to bitch about her boyfriend, not empathize.
    He was right, though—it was a lot to take in. Ever since they came to England, she’d been confronted with the kind of new experiences she wouldn’t have put on her bucket list in a million years, and the family curse she’d been so sure would strike her down had taken a strange turn. Not death. Not for her.
    Not yet, anyway.
    She did have powers now. She’d also learned she wasn’t entirely human and she’d attracted the unwanted attention of three species most of humanity lived in total ignorance of. She was Fireborne. Justice. All that stood between the Jinn and Niyr decimating her world with their hatred for each other. She was a legend to werewolfkind and the lynchpin of some ancient damn treaty.
    She was a woman dating a man so dedicated to his job he couldn’t even take her to the movies.
    Yee-fucking-haw.
    It sounded great on paper, but the fine print was a bitch. Especially when it came to her life. Her relationships.
    “Say Brandon is trying to give me a break,” she grumbled after taking a sip of the deliciously smooth, faintly licorice-flavored liquid. “That doesn’t mean he’s perfect. You have to admit he’s got issues. Especially when it comes to Ram.”
    Ram. He was one of the two Jinn assigned to watch over her—the one who’d tricked her into having sex with him to ignite her abilities. The same one who’d saved Aunt Penn from the Jiniyr, Razia and Harash, when they came after Aziza. He’d been exiled for his troubles, stripped of his powers and shunned by his people. He’d sacrificed everything for them. For her.
    That sacrifice didn’t seem to matter to Brandon—he’d made his feelings about her protecting Ram clear. The only consolation he would give her was that he wouldn’t allow the Enforcers to take him in for questioning. Yet.
    “Okay, I’ll give you that.” Greg nodded. “I can admit he’s been a dick about Ram, but Brandon may not be able to help it. He was raised to hate them. Enforcers aren’t exactly taught how to be politically correct when it comes to things they think are unnatural .”
    Aziza lifted her eyebrow. “The nature-versus-nurture argument doesn’t get him off the hook.” Even if both told him to act on his hatred for Ram and he still seemed to be restraining himself for her sake. For the moment.
    “No, it doesn’t.” Greg paused and studied his silverware for a moment, as if seeking answers in the shining utensils. When he looked up at her with a forced expression of cheer, she knew he hadn’t found them. “But other than your disagreements about Ram’s rights and Brandon’s wolfy work schedule, you two are doing great, right?”
    “Other than those few giant red flags that I’m having a hard time ignoring today, yes, we’re great.”
    Which made it more frustrating. In so many ways Brandon was almost too good to be true. Too sexy. Too perfect for her. Unless the topic of