A Cursed Heart (Myths of Airren Book 2)

My eyes snapped open to find his head tilted, a lock of mahogany hair falling across his furrowed brow. “Well? What are you waiting for?” I clipped.
“You look miserable.”
What did he expect? He had broken into my room, threatened my sister, and was blackmailing me for a bloody kiss. “Then tell me how I should look so that I may be rid of you. Should I smile?” I forced a brittle smile to my lips, grinding my teeth for good measure. “Should I swoon?” My hand flew to my forehead as I pretended to faint onto the chaise. “I have it now.” I shot to my feet and stalked forward, delighting in the way he retreated a step. “I should flutter my lashes and be grateful that someone so handsome would ask me for a kiss.”
The corner of his lips lifted. “So you do think I’m handsome.”
Just like a man, listening to only the words he wished to hear. “I think you’re irritating.”
He was full-on grinning, showing off those deep dimples. “Does that mean you’re going to kiss me or not?”
I stomped forward and pressed my lips against his. A shock exploded through my body. White light burst behind my eyes. When they flew open, they met a pair of stunned blue ones. I stumbled back, my hand flying to my mouth as my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the chaise.
“Shit.” He swore again, backing toward the bed. “I finally found you.”
Before I could catch my breath or ask what that meant, the stranger vanished.