I felt nothing but vicious satisfaction that it was over.
I looked up and saw Lark staring at him.
“Lark?”
I expected a grin, I expected to see relief on her face.
Instead, I saw nothing.
“It’s over,” she whispered.
I pressed a hand to her hair. “It is. He’s done.”
“It’s all over. I have nothing left.”
I frowned at her blank face, then glanced at Landon.
“I think she’s in shock,” he murmured. “Get her out of here. Get her warmed up and get some food into her.”
I nodded. “Find all her knives for me?”
“Will do,” Landon promised.
The kill was done. Now, I needed to take care of my woman.
I scooped her into my arms.
She blinked. “Bastian?”
“I’ve got you, Lark. Just hold on to me.”
Her arms tentatively slid around my neck. I started down the tunnel.
I wanted her out of here.
Dean was dead, but now I was facing my biggest challenge.
Convincing Lark to stay.
CHAPTER 39
BASTIAN
Icarried Lark into the penthouse.
We were both dirty and smelled, but we were very much alive.
And Dean wasn’t.
She still hadn’t said much. I didn’t like how still and spaced out she was. I strode straight into the bathroom and set her on the edge of the tub.
“Let’s get you warm and clean.” I turned the shower to hot, then shrugged my dirty tux jacket off. She watched me as I pulled my bowtie free, then unbuttoned my shirt. The fabric was streaked with dirt and stains.
I pulled her to her feet. It only took me seconds to have the red dress pooling at her ankles. It was ruined, but I’d get her another one. She looked so good in it. Her bra and panties followed.
I urged her into the shower and quickly shucked my pants and boxers.
She stood under the water, head bowed. I pressed my hands to her slim shoulders and kneaded. She leaned back into my body. I squirted some shower gel into my palm, then soaped upmy body and washed off the sewer. I squirted more gel, then took my time cleaning her arms, her legs, her body.
