We were suddenly serious, eyes locked as if this were a pivotal moment for us both in this strange camaraderie we now shared. Helena had killed the daughter of the head of Hades.
For me.
Soft gurgles broke our connection, and we looked down at the woman who was still trying to gasp for breaths, her ruined airway making it impossible. Twinges of guilt pricked at my chest, but I shoved them down. Half a second later, I would’ve been the poor bastard bleeding out on this dark strip of the street. Melina didn’t deserve my sympathy any more than I did hers. We’d been a toxic pair from beginning to end. One of us was bound to be standing over the corpse of the other, and I was thankful that person was me.
“The water will finish the job,” Helena said, rising to her feet and motioning toward the railing. “I don’t want to have to dispose of an innocent witness, so we better move.”
“A killer with a conscience. Sexy.”
She rolled her eyes, but the semblance of a smile betrayed her annoyance.
I hoisted Melina’s body up and over the railing in one quick move. Helena turned her back and started for the hotel, but I stayed behind, both hands tight on the cold metal, my thoughts in a whirlwind. What we’d done was messy. The consequences of our actions would circle back to us. An entire organization would come down on our heads.
Turning from the water, Helena had stopped, our gazes finding each other again through the shrouded walkway. Unspoken words flowed like a current between us. We could go our separate ways and face whatever trials awaited on the other side. But I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted.
Twenty
LENI
The moment I stepped through the door, the adrenaline dump had me breathing hard, my palms sweaty, and my body trembling. I’d been in high-stress situations for as long as I could remember, but today was an overload.
Memories, emotions, and grief swelled in my chest, hot tears gathering behind my eyes.
Shut it down.
“Hey.” Silas’s heavy hand was on my shoulder, the heat of his touch the comfort my body and mind sought. “Are you okay?”
I pulled in a hard breath before turning to meet his curious gaze. His dark brows were drawn together in a look of concern as a hand journeyed up my neck, thumb gently swiping the skin on my cheek.
“You look disgusting,” he blurted out, causing me to laugh and shake my head.
“Yeah?”
Silas nodded, his expression now serious as he slowly licked along the length of his thumb before wiping a blood stain from my jaw with the same tenderness as before.
“Yeah, you have a little something…” He leaned in, eyes on mine, as he ran his tongue along the corner of my mouth. “Right here,” he rasped in a low, husky voice that made my pussy throb.
My eyes closed of their own accord as vibrations of arousal rippled through me, closing the door to any other emotion attempting to claw its way free. Silas presented something exciting, new, and raw—he brought out desires and needs I’d kept locked down for far too long. The darkest of temptations. Passion in a way I knew I could never have with another man outside of this world. To anyone else, tasting the blood of your dead enemy would have been repulsive and taboo, but for us, it was fucking foreplay.
I threw an arm around the back of his neck and jumped up, legs circling his waist. “I saved your ass twice already. You owe me.”
He smiled over my lips. “Whatever you want, love,” he said between lazy kisses.
Catching his bottom lip with my teeth, I tugged his head forward, my nails against his scalp.
“I recall you telling me I can’t always get what I want,” I taunted, nursing the bite mark on his lip with a slow, vertical lick.
“That was before I knew you wanted to kill me.”
“Wantedto kill you? That sounds like a past-tense situation.”
Silas carried me farther into the living room and dropped me on the couch. “Oh? Still in the cards?”
He tugged his t-shirt over his head and flashed me one of those dimpled grins that ruined my underwear and made me want to slap him for being so goddamn pretty.
“Depends.” I stood on my knees, hands on his belt as I leaned forward and dragged my tongue up the rippled length of his abdomen until I grazed his nipple and took a bite. “On how good you wreck me.” Undoing his belt, I reached for his dick and pulled it free. “And break me.”
Even his cock was beautiful, so I fucking kissed it. A small string of precum stretched between us until it broke over my lips, and I lapped at it slowly, never breaking eye contact as I relished the way his gaze lit with lust.
