A beat passes while they seem to consider me.
All I wanted was a life. A real life. Not a life of hiding; terrified that the man I promised my heart to would come to reap my soul.
He seemed so genuine. I actually thought he loved me.
I’ll never be stupid enough to make that mistake again.
And I guess I might not even get the chance to.
“I think she’s telling the truth.” Rime’s statement makes me tense with uncertainty.
I lift my head from Grim to stare up at his frost colored eyes. Anger seems to be tightly coiled up within him. He’s a man of too much pent-up aggression and it shows. But there’s a softness in his glittering eyes.
Just like when I was honest with him in the woods, he believes me. My quiet honesty seems to sink right into him and tears away at the walls he holds so close around his emotions.
Maybe he doesn’t hate me after all.
“If she owed him money, she could have easily repaid it today. Kreedence is a demon. There’s nothing more valuable to him than power and life itself. He feeds off it.”
A chill scurries down my spine, but I don’t show it. I keep my jaw locked in place.
I feel like I can almost breathe again. Rime trusts me. He believes me.
“We owe him the mage.” Kain’s cruel words suck the happiness right out of me. He’s too logical to let his emotions pity me for even a moment.
Rime lowers himself, crouching down until we’re eye level. He studies me intently as if he can see all my sins just with one dark look.
“Well, he’s not getting this one.”
Chapter Seventeen
His Filthy Mouth
“I hope you’re prepared to fight for your life.” Kain crosses his arms over the hard panes of his chest, pulling my attention to his body for only a moment. “We need to leave before dusk.”
“Probably would have helped if we had money.” I bite the words out before I can stop them.
Rime cocks a brow at me and my smart mouth.
“The Prince will be checking on me after what happened today.” I cock a brow right back at him.
And then we’re both smiling.
Why am I such an idiot?
“Let’s go to Agatha’s for now. I’ll get supplies there.”
“Supplies. Like abnormal witchy supplies for your witch magic?” Kain’s tone is cold and angry and, when I stand, my shirt skimming against the smooth panes of his chest, he doesn’t flinch away.
“No, like normal average supplies and average clothes for your average cock.” A cough that sounds slightly like a laugh shakes through Chaos. “I can’t go back to town to get you clothes, and I’m not starting a life of hiding with three naked men.”
His glare narrows on me before he finally speaks.
“Average is an understatement.”
That’s what he takes away from my words.
Really?
