No one could say who moved first.

One moment, the air was tight between them, and the next, Fang’s hand was in her hair, the other braced against the small of her back, yanking her closer. His mouth crashed against hers with a ferocity that stole her breath.

Rev’s fingers tightened on the machete’s hilt for half a second before letting go, her hand sliding up to his chest instead. His kiss was rough, fierce like he was trying to claim something he’d lost and for a heartbeat, she hated herself for kissing him back just as hard.

The heat between them roared to life, drowning out the faint sounds...