Her hand closed on his neck and Dahlia shoved her face right into his. "How did you fucking find me, Thane? How many inquisitors did you bring this time?"
"I'm on a date," he gasped against her grip.
Her fingers loosened. "What?"
"Tinder. Date," he panted. "She picked the place."
"Then why the fuck are you in the ladies room?!"
In the split second she was distracted, Thane pushed, forcing her face into the wall. Then he moved behind her. Using his entire body, he held her there. The hand that had just been around his throat was now bent behind her back, and she couldn't get the leverage to force him off.
Dahlia still tried. She bucked, and the woman was supernaturally strong. So was he. When she tried to push at him again, he was ready. Thane twisted her arm and grabbed a handful of her pretty blonde hair, twisting her neck so she could almost see him.
"I was trying to fucking forget you," he hissed. "I'm on a date with a very normal girl."
"Then why are you in here?" she asked again, refusing to give up.
"Because I want to know why you're following me."
"I'm not," she insisted, finally looking at him. "I was making sure Mei didn't have problems."
"Where is your girlfriend?" he asked.
Dahlia licked her lips. "A date. The kind that pays."
"Fuck," he breathed. "And we're both at the same place?"
"Again," she grumbled.
He just dropped his head, resting his brow against her shoulder. "You damned near broke my jaw!"
"You burned off all my vitality," she shot back. "I'm not following you, Thane. I'm trying to get as far away from your kind as possible. In case you missed it, I kinda want to live."
"You're already dead," he reminded her. "That's the whole reason we're hunting you."
"Undead," she corrected. "And it's a pretty good life. You know, the never-ending kind."
"You fucking bitch," he grumbled, letting go of her hair so he could pull the clavum from the pocket inside his waistband.
The moment they were in his hand, she shoved at him again. Thane pitched both toward the closest sink. The metal clanged loudly as it hit the ceramic, but he managed to grab her hair again before she could use her head to break his nose. It was close.
"Yeah?" he asked, pushing her against the wall to prove who had the upper hand here. "You want it rough? Would you really rather fight me, Dahlia?"
"Or what?" she asked. "You don't expect me to believe that you're just going to let me walk away again, do you?"
"Just?" he asked, leaning in a little more so his mouth was beside her ear. "No, I'm going to fuck you first, because I'm not about to leave you defenseless out there. Besides, I was wondering if you always go without panties."
"Kinda helps with getting laid," she assured him.
Using his chest to hold her in place, Thane quickly got his pants open. One day, he wanted to see what this woman looked like without any clothes, but a pub's restroom was not the place. His dick was more than half hard when he managed to get it free. Then he shoved his jeans down and hiked her skirt up.
Sure enough, she was not wearing panties. She also didn't move when he leaned back far enough to appreciate the view of her ass. Round, muscular, and sexy. Damn, she was amazing. That didn't mean he trusted her. Right now, Thane's chin was throbbing. His face felt like he'd been hit by a linebacker. His dick, however, was loving this idea.
"I'm doing you a damned favor," he warned as he slid a hand over her ass. "You try to kill me, and all bets are off, Dahlia."
Then his fingers found her entrance. Thrusting the middle two inside her, he reached for her clit with his index finger. It was a stretch, but he had no interest in fucking a dry pussy. Against the wall, she sucked in a breath, but her eyes slipped closed.
"You fucking beat the shit out of me," he growled. "You didn't even ask what I wanted. You just attacked. You blatantly say you don't trust me."