“Don’t even bother asking who I mean, dickhead,” he sighs, smiling wryly.
My brow furrows. “She’s…fine.”
“At your place.”
“She was pretty shaken up,” I growl. “Not that I owe you an explanation.”
We both return to looking up at the city before he clears his throat.
“I know forming a tight bond with your Acolyte is encouraged,” he murmurs. “I also know there’s also nothing explicitly stated surrounding lines that we should or should not cross…”
I turn to narrow my eyes at him. “Is there an eventual point here?”
Gideon lifts his brows. “I’m just wondering which side of that unspoken line hand-feeding grapes to your Acolyte lies on.Maybethere’s someplace far more important you should be right now rather than torturing that fucker inside. The rest of us can finish up here.”
I think for a moment. “Offer accepted. Thanks.” I turn to leave before I stop and half-glance at him over my shoulder. “Hey, Wick…”
“Yeah, brother?”
“Spy on me like that again, and I’ll fuckingburyyou.”
He grins.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m stepping back into my penthouse. It’s quiet. I smile to myself, wondering if she’s fallen asleep on the couch or if she managed to find a bed.
The couch is empty when I walk into the living room area. A slip of paper on the coffee table with a scrawled note stops me before I go looking through the guest rooms.
I’m not a princess you can keep locked in a tower. I’m no one’s possession.
I sigh, shaking my head.
The fuckingaudacityof this girl…
Then my lips lift slightly at the corners.
She's playing games with a hunter. But I’m not sure she’s fully realized yet how very muchthe preyshe is.
26
EVELINA
“Well, this is a surprise.”
Roman chuckles on the other end of the line. “Am Ithatbad at calling you?”
“Rome, we live in the same house and I don’t think I’ve seen or spoken to you for a week.”
He snorts. “Hey, it’s a big house. And I keep tabs on you through Val.”
I roll my eyes as I adjust the AirPod in my ear and then ease my hands down my outstretched left leg, relaxing into the deep stretch in my hamstring.
“I’m not sure ‘my boyfriend is the intermediary between me and my sister’ is quite the flex you think it is.”
My brother laughs. “You’re right. Can we catch up sometime soon? Dinner?”
“Anytime. You’re the one with the impossible schedule,pakhan,” I say dryly.
Roman goes quiet for a second before he clears his throat. “Actually, there was something important I was calling you about.”
