I’ve tried to play it cool all week, but it’s getting me nowhere.
They’re both trying to sneakily take her from me. I can see it. Feel it in my blood. It crawls down my spine like fire.
Foster homes taught me if you don’t clutch what’s yours tight enough, it’ll be gone by morning.
I won’t let it happen.
I watch as Zane pads down the hall, glances up toward the roof hatch, then disappears up the ladder, hatch creaking.
So he’s heading up to the roof? Alone. Which means she’s still in his room…alone. Probably in his bed, still warm in his sheets. Probably wearing one ofhis goddamn shirts.
Stepping into the hallway, I breathe like a bull about to gore someone. That same burn in my chest as when that foster kid ripped my only photo of Mum.
If Phoenix touched her, and Zane touched her, and she let it happen… then what the fuck is left for me?
The floorboards creak under my weight, but I don’t give a shit. My pulse is hammering too loud in my ears for me to care.
Zane’s door is left cracked open. Not locked.
Fucking stupid.
Pressing my hand to it, I push it slowly. Controlled. Every muscle in my body wound so tight I’m shaking. My heart beats like a fucking war drum but the hinges stay silent.
Zane’s room smells like her already. It hits me the moment I push the door open. Her scent mixed with his, like she’s already been claimed.
My stomach twists. My fists clench.
She’s inside, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to me, brushing her fingers through her hair. Not a care in the world. Like she just woke up from a good fuck.
She doesn’t even hear me enter. And it makes me feel fucking feral. Any strategy I planned to use immediately goes out of the window.
My fingers twitch at my sides as I drink her in. Her bare legs.Hisshirt hanging off her like it belongs there.
His. Notmine.
Not the one who found her. Who saved her. Who fought tokeep her here and the one that she promised‘I’m yours’.
Has she said that to them too?
I move before I even know I’m moving.
She gasps when she sees me, her lips parting in surprise, eyes wide, but I don’t give her time to scream.
Slapping a hand over her mouth, I grab her, arm hooking around her waist and lifting her off her feet.
Ivy squirms and kicks, making muffled sounds. But I’m already out the door with her, storming down the hall back to my room.Ourroom.
Setting her on her feet, I shove her inside—maybe a little too hard.
She stumbles over a pile of clothes and falls, landing hard on her ass.
Fuck!
I kick the door shut and throw the lock on with a brutal snap.
She’s breathing fast, but not scared, looking up at me from my messy bedroom floor. “Myles. What—?”
“Shut up,” I snap.
