I held my breath when all I wanted was to sniff their coffee scent. With a smirk, Cade disappeared down the hall. Rafe was already gone.
Dorian stared at me for a moment, his nose flaring as he inhaled. Confusion flitted over his expression, then he scrubbed his hand over his mouth as he backed out and closed the door.
A breath exploded from my mouth. Coffee hit me across the face, sending shivers all over my body. I moaned and was at the bed, my face pressed into the pillow Cade had been lying on.
Smells so good. . . A moan crawled free. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Quickly yanking myself back, I stumbled to the bathroom and turned the knob to make it as hot as it could go. I didn’t bother taking the dress off and stepped inside.
I wish the searing heat would burn their effect on me out of my body.
Chapter 12
Iperched on the edge of the bed, still wearing the sleep shorts and top, waiting for the Ironwyld Pack’s return. Dorian had come to my bedroom a few hours ago to inform me they were leaving for a while, but when they returned, that we’d be going to the auction later.
I was to be ready for that. After bathing, I’d curled my hair into soft waves using the straightener Dorian purchased and did my makeup, which he also purchased.
All I had left to do was get dressed in that navy trumpet dress Dorian picked out. It was to die for and worth the three-digit price tag. The sleeves fell off the shoulders, creating a heart shape neckline, and the sleek silk of the fabric had elegant beading along the corset.
It was perfect . . . but with the back gaping all the way to the waist, I needed the silk shawl I’d almost had to beg Dorian for. I hated having my back exposed.
I shook my hair out. Night had fallen moments ago, but they’d not returned, and sitting here was driving me crazy. I shoved on the slippers—another purchase—and shuffled out of the bedroom.
Silence met me, and I continued into the hall I hadn’t walked down. My bedroom was the first door, so I peeked inside the next one. A home gym. I kept walking; instead of the hall ending, it turned in a sharp left to more doors. Opening the door after the gym, I entered, coming to an abrupt stop at the threshold. The walls were painted a deep grayish-blue shade, and the sconces framing the four corners caused light to spill across the ceiling. A bed was pushed up against the wall across from me, covered in a simple white comforter.
I entered, and their scent hit me across the face, but it wasn’t just theirs. Their scent was mingled with other smells . . .
Stepping inside felt like I was breaking some rule. What kind of room was this that there wasonlya bed? Even my room was homier than this. I went to the only drawers to the right of the bed and tugged them open. Lube, zip ties, rope . . .
The dots connected—no, they fucking collided. This was where they brought fuck buddies.
A wave of nausea rolled through my stomach. The white bedsheets seemed so innocent.
Was this where they fucked Deborah?
Rage bubbled to life, and restless energy churned my stomach. They kept it nice and clean in here. So carefully fucking preserved.
I gritted my teeth and marched out, heading past my bedroom, through the living room, and ended up in the kitchen. I beelined for the knives sheathed in the wood holder and plucked one out.
My Scent Matches fucked other women while I was in the house?
“Perros, estupidos, pendejos!”
A litany of curses flooded my thoughts, bursting forward with such intense rage it gutted me. I gripped the handle of the knife harder, stormed back to the bedroom and stabbed the sharp tip straight into the mattress. It cut like butter.
Immediate relief swept through me. I yanked the knife and sliced a deep cut that caused foam to burst at the edges. I left it poking out of the cushion and strode to the drawers. When the hinge stopped, I didn’t and tugged until something snapped. The contents spilled onto the floor, leaving the drawer hanging on one side.
Bitterness, disgust, and frustration collided in my stomach making a scream stick in my throat. I kicked a bottle of lube, and it hit the base of the wall. Every surface in this room was an insult to me.Theywere an insult. I stormed to the knife and continued carving the bed, stabbing holes as if it was them spilling foam guts.
“Eva!” Dorian roared, and I whirled with the knife in hand.
I blew at the lint clinging to my cheek. This might land me back in the closet-jail, but it was worth it.
“What the fuck?” Cade breathed.
The three of them stood with similar expressions of shock that slowly morphed into different things. Cade was awed with the corners of his lips upturned. Rafe had a smirk, almost proud. And lastly, Dorian was confused, like he couldn’t make sense of the scene before him.
That was the first time they’d referred to me by my name. How could my Scent Matches have treated me like this? How could they be such cruel individuals? Just like Father.
