Carson
I’m confused. Why isn’t Seb dragging this fucker out by the balls yet?
This is why Sebastian and his guys are sitting in the shadows watching Jameson get his rocks off with his mistress. Weknowthat the man who attacked Evelina tonight was working directly for Jameson Beaumont. But until Gideon’s tech wiz friend can crack the attacker’s phone and getproofof that?—
My phone dings in my hand.
Gideon
We’re into the phone. There are texts from Beaumont explicitly directing him to kill her.
My nostrils flare.
Me
Seb, you’re up. Call me when he’s in chains on his way back to the city.
“What’s going on?”
My gaze snaps from the phone to where Evelina is half sitting up on the couch, looking confused as she takes in her surroundings.
She sits up fully, hugging her knees to her chest. “Where are we?”
“My place in the city.”
She chews on her lip, watching me closely as I stand, walk over, and sit on the edge of the couch. My brows pinch.
“I’m sorry you had to see that tonight,” I growl.
It wasn’t my intention to literally rip a man’s throat out in front of her. It just…happened. Like the switch connected to whatever holds Demon back most of the time got flipped the second I saw that motherfucker straddling her.
Evelina looks half-numb, half-terrified, holding the blanket tight to her chest. Her face is pale as her gray eyes dart around, looking at anythingbutme.
Without another word, I haul her into my lap. She protests a little, but when I plant her firmly on my thighs, she goes still. Her shoulders curl in on themselves.
I cup her chin and lift her face to mine.
“It’s okay if you're scared,” I growl quietly, my eyes locking with hers. “But you don’thaveto be. The situation is being dealt with.”
She blinks, her throat bobbing. “D-dealtwith?”
“The man who chased you works for a man who has issues with me. Coming aftermeis mistake enough. Using you to do it is…” I clear my throat. “Anyway, it’s being taken care of as we speak.”
She nods quickly, her eyes dropping to her hands.
“Here.” I turn and reach for the bowl of grapes and glass of water I left sitting on the coffee table for when she woke. “You should eat something.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re in shock?—”
“I said I’mfine,” she snaps.
I breathe in and out slowly through my nose, studying her.
“Why didn’t you wait where I told you to?”
Her brows knit. “Excuse me?”
