But then there’s Koa.
Koa, who isn’t as feral as the Reapers. Who’s more careful, more in tune with what I need. The memory of his hands on me,the way he made me feel safe even in the middle of chaos—it sends a shiver down my spine.
I’m fantasizing about all three of them when I hear the door open.
I freeze, my hand still between my legs, my breath coming in short gasps.
Scarlett gasps, but she doesn’t realize what I’m doing.
“Jesus Christ!” I yelp, sitting up.
I expect her usual eye-roll, her usual dismissive attitude. But instead, her face is pale, her eyes wide with something that looks like fear.
“Where the hell have you been?” she whispers, closing the door behind her.
I stare at her, confused by her reaction. “What?”
“That guy’s been coming in here every night. Remember the one I told you about?”
My stomach drops. “Oh, it’s probably just Koa.”
She shakes her head violently. “No. It’s not him. This is an older guy with gray hair and a beard.”
The room tilts.
Gray hair? Beard?
“What?” The word comes out as barely a whisper.
“He comes in after midnight,” Scarlett continues, wrapping her arms around herself. “Just stands there, looking around. Looking at your stuff. I pretend to be asleep, but I’m a light sleeper. It’s starting to scare me. Should I go to the RA? I think––”
She doesn’t finish the sentence.
She doesn’t have to.
Because suddenly, I think I’m in much more trouble than I understand.
And I understand why Revan warned me about Koa.
Why Koa is being protective.
Why Revan and Atticus didn’t want me to return to my life.
Someone is watching me.
Gray hair? Beard? I don’t know who the hell it is.
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Koa
The warehouse has that familiar stench, and I’m trying not to think about how many bodies have been dragged through here over the years. Vincent stands in the center like a king holding court, and I want to put my fist through his face.
But I can’t. Not yet. Not until I figure out how to get both Lexi and her brother out of this mess without getting us all killed.
Axel sits in my Charger outside like a fuse waiting to be lit. He has no idea where I’ve brought him, and for one stupid naïve moment, I didn’t realize what I’ve done by pulling up here with Kane blood. I needed Vincent’s help with Lexi, but the second his eyes flick through the dashboard of my car, he knows who’s sitting in there.
Vincent snaps his fingers and two of his men move immediately toward the Charger.
