“Okay,” I growl.
Her feet root to the ground, and for a split second, her eyes take up her entire face. “O-kay?”
“Get me the information on this guy and find a way for us to get in contact with Cadence and Grey. I’ll take you into the practice room.”
Her eyes dance, and a wide smile spreads on her face. “Done and done.”
I hand her the phone, but when J reaches out to take it, I keep a hold on it and drag her forward. She stumbles into me, and her hand immediately comes up to my chest to push me away.
But I grab her wrist and pull her closer, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “I should warn you. Cadence was the first girl to get inside that room. The next girl was Grey.”
Her nostrils flare.
“Every girl who’s ever walked into our practice room eventually becomes our wife.”
Her gasp of surprise does something to me.
A wild, dark sensation sweeps through my head like a flood.
The buzzing deep under my skin intensifies.
Her fingers dig into my shirt, fingernails scraping my pecs.
This isn’t an act.
The way her breath quickens is real.
The way her pupils are dilating, black overtaking blue-green, can’t be faked.
She’s pure evil.
Twisted lies.
And yet so very fragile.
I growl softly. Should I tear off her jeans and have just one little taste? She would survive that, wouldn’t she? The nurse is right outside. She can bring J back to life after I end her.
J’s watch starts screaming as if it can smell that I’m about to destroy its owner.
Easy, Finn. If she dies now, you lose your best chance at finding the rest of your family.
It takes a surprising amount of effort to back off.
As soon as I release her, J flies across the room to hide behind the nurse’s desk. She bends over, clutching her chest as she reddens. “Give me three days. I’ll-I’ll call you.”
In other words, don’t show up in front of her until then. I hear the silent part loud and clear.
But I don’t have any intention of staying away.
The damage Jinx can inflict on my life is immeasurable, but like an addict with a drug, I know I’ll go back.
Chapter Twenty-Five
J
Finn Cross should come with a warning label.
Every time I go toe-to-toe with him, I’m left on the verge of a heart palpitation. He has no right—noright—to be that sexy.
