I was confused as hell. “One what?”
“I asked her how many orgasms I could get out of her.”
“Technically you said before company joined us, so I’m pretty sure the real answer is none.”
“Hey now, I did a lot of the heavy lifting. These two swanned in at the end and claimed my victory.”
Malice and I rolled our eyes before I looked at Sin and shook my head. “Only one? You’re such a fucking underachiever.” Then I pulled Merri on top of me and grinned. “I think we can do better than that.”
Chapter
Thirty-Three
GRIM
One hour earlier
“Do you think she’ll show up tonight?” Sin asked, pouring himself a drink.
“We can only hope,” Chaos murmured, settling back into an oversized armchair.
“She can find us, right?”
“Of course she can,” I said before bringing my drink to my lips. “It doesn’t matter where we are—a château in France, Blackwood, or even here in Lilith’s secret fight club. Merri can pull us to her dreams.”
Sin glanced around the room Lilith had given us. Modest, clean, and large enough to house four hulking horsemen, she’d provided us with the essentials and nothing more. Apparently Pan had snuck in the brimstone whiskey on one of the supply runs. When he and Sunday were safely returned to the group, I’d have to thank him.
“Now we simply wait.” Malice paced back and forth, his words not matching his attitude. He was on edge for more thanone reason, and rightfully so. I wasn’t a father, but if my child was missing, no matter how old he was, I’d be a bloody menace until he was found.
“Chaos—” I spun to ask him a question, but it died on my lips when I found him slumped backward, a soft snore leaving him. “Well, I guess that answers that,” I murmured, my disappointment palpable. Once again, she’d selected one of them over me. I shouldn’t be surprised. I deserved it. But it still cut deep.
“Thank fuck,” Sin said on a relieved sigh. “I knew she wouldn’t wait too long.”
Malice briefly closed his eyes before pushing to his feet and joining Sin at the bar cart. “She’s hungry. She can’t wait much longer.”
“And she loves us.” Sin beamed as he said the words with such certainty.
The desiccated remains in my chest gave a savage lurch at his words. I was fairly certain Merri’s silence where I was concerned proved just how untrue that sentiment was.
This is what you wanted. You needed to push her away. To save her.
Then why does it hurt so much?
“Against her better judge—” Malice began, but his eyes rolled back in his head, and he and Sin both crumpled to the floor, their glasses shattering as they hit the stone.
“Ah, looks like she was successful at bringing multiple people into the dream with her. That’s my girl.”
I smirked at their undignified sprawls, secretly enjoying the discomfort they’d feel when they returned. Then I settled in and waited to join them.
Any second now.
Any minute . . .
Annnny minute . . .
A pit formed in my stomach as time ticked by. She called them to her. She needed them. That meant she needed us. Us meant me as well.
Didn’t it?
