“I know you both went through hell, Vaughn,” Morgan hisses. “And I know I wasn’t there to?—”
“Yeah, I’m over it. Also, I don’t care,” I growl. Then I stab a finger at him. “Just stay the fuck away from Val.”
“Why?” he spits as I start to turn.
“You know damn well why.”
“Vaughn—”
“Donotpush me on this, Morgan.”
My voice is quiet and even but laced with power as our eyes lock.
Morgan's head slowly shakes from side to side.
“You sound just like my father,” he murmurs.
“If that repels you,great.”
An hour later,I’m with Sebastian down in the basement under a Syndicate building in the Seaport, raininghelldown on another of the would-be coup planners who is still loyal to Étienne, my predecessor.
Gordon Stone and Jameson Beaumont were too important for me to kill.
…This poor fucker is a nobody, though. Tonight, that makes him a dead man.
But even after I’ve punched a gallon of blood out of his nose and mouth, let Sebastian have a turn, and then taken over myself again, the voices in my head are still screaming.
Demon and I both know he needs to come out. And it would appear there’s only one way for that to happen these days
God help her.
19
EVELINA
It’sdark when I open my eyes. My pulse feels a little elevated, and a tingle hums through my body.
A lingering flush.
A fluttering between my legs.
The house is utterly still, and consciousness is still filtering into my brain as I glance at the clock on the bedside table. Why am I awake at two in the morning?
Warm air teases over my bare skin?—
What the hell?
I’m suddenlyveryalert as I sit up a little and look down at myself.
The t-shirt I went to sleep in is now hiked up over my breasts. My sleep shorts and panties are pulled down to my knees, my legs are splayed.
Was I…touching myselfin my sleep?
Then I peer at myself in the darkness.
There’s…something wet on me.
Splattered across my breasts, my stomach, and all over my pussy and thighs.
