“What should I call them?”
“Torture participants.”
A smile spreads across my face. “That’s what we’ll go with.”
“I think you should do it.”
“Seriously?”
“If it means you guys get to flush out the Vultures. Isn’t the alternative closing the Keep?”
“Yeah, but that’s unlikely.”
“Why? I mean, if we can snag a few more women, what’s the problem?”
“Keeping it functional when we’re open to the world is easy. Keeping it functional locked down is significantly harder and requires more people.”
“Oh…”
“Caspian knows this and wants to bring some Vultures here, and is trying to negotiate a truce.”
“You’re fucking kidding me!” Fiona snaps.
“Don’t worry—it’s not happening. I shouldn’t have even told you that.”
“So, we remain vulnerable, knowing Caspian knows where we are…”
“Cole has another option. If he can get Legion to get on board, we could go under.”
“Will that be hard?”
“The hard part is getting Russ to leave some of his men behind. But if we bring all of them, the male to female ratio would be…less than ideal.”
“There’d be war.”
“Yep.”
“You need to do whatever you can to find out what the Vulture knows.”
“I figured as much. I just hate having to go back to that.”
“Honestly, I don’t. I love that part of you. It’s who I fell in love with.”
“Do you like who I’ve become?”
“I love who you’ve become. You’re two different people in my mind, the before and the after. I love both equally.” She rises to her tippy toes and plants a kiss on my cheek.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
“Well, I guess that settles it. The psycho is back in town.”
She smirks, snaking her hand into my pants. “Good, because I’ve missed him.”
“Oh…”
Her hand closes around my cock, and she gives it a firm tug. “I can’t wait to hear all about your workday.”
Sometimes I forget that she craves the dark side of me. The side that gives no quarters.
