“So?” she demanded when they stopped beside her and shone the light on her face. “Were you able to trace the number? Do you know his identity?”
Her voice was too dry, too brittle from lack of hydration. But it was still steady. And that mattered.
The one with the buzz cut answered. “If it were possible to trace the call, you would’ve done it already.”
She couldn’t stop the self-satisfied smile that curved her lips. It was nice when one professional recognized another and gave them their due.
“True,” she admitted with a little shrug. “So that’s that, then.” She wiggled her feet against her ankle restraints. “Time to let me go. I’m no more use to you.”
“What happens to ya now isn’t our decision to make,” said the one with a voice like Sam Elliot.
Vivian froze. “Then whose is it?”
“Sabrina’s,” the man with the buzz cut muttered. “She suffered in your hands. It’s only fair to let your fate rest in hers.”
No.
A lump of dread thickened Vivian’s throat.
She remembered the brunette all too well. Remembered the woman’s banshee yell. The shocked but victorious gleam in her dark eyes after she rammed the shard of glass into Hummer’s throat. The absolute loathing on her face when Vivian promised to kill everyone she loved.
Sabrina Greenlee had every right to hate Vivian. And if she had even half the fire Vivian remembered…
Plus, Vivian knew what she would do in the woman’s place.
A single thought ran through her head and chilled her to the bone.
I always knew I’d die at the hands of someone I was sent to kill. I just didn’t think it would happen so soon.
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“God, woman, I?—”
Sabrina sat up when Hew’s words cut off like a sword had sliced through them. His expression was…
What?
Stunned, maybe? Shocked?
She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But then he blinked and returned to his old, stoic self, and she thought maybe she’d imagined everything.
“You what?” she prompted, holding her breath in anticipation.
“I need to go next door for the condoms.” He threw back the covers and stood in one swift move. “’Cause I’m not done with ya. Not by a damn sight.”
It was strange. His words tickled her—what woman wouldn’t be pleased to have a handsome man ravenous for her?—but also disappointed her because she’d thought…
It doesn’t matter what I thought, she told herself sternly.
What mattered was that there would be more of Hew’s talented ministrations. More of his touching and kissing and teasing. More of his big naked body and?—
Speaking of his big naked body…
She shamelessly admired the firm curve of his ass when he stepped into his boxer briefs and tactical pants. He straightened to do up his fly, and when his gloriously broad chest caught the warm light of the lamp, she bit her lip as renewed lust fired through her blood.
Donning her sultriest grin, she told him, “I’m not done with you either, flyboy.”
Without warning, he ripped the bedding away and tossed it unceremoniously at the end of the bed. She gasped as the cool air caressed her skin. Then she blushed at being completely bare beneath his heated gaze.
