It seems like the two events are connected; first the suspicious deposits, and then my abduction. But I keep my thoughts to myself.
I tuck my legs up and pull a blanket from the back of the sofa over me. Despite having slept for a day, I’m still tired. Bone tired.
Kane sees me yawning. “Let’s get you back to bed for a bit, kitten.” He goes to lift me up, but Angelo steps in.
“I’ll take her, seeing as how she’smy wife.” The warning in his voice is unmistakable, but I roll my eyes.
“Only on paper,” I snark.
The staircase is both narrow and steep, with a low, beamed ceiling. It forces Angelo to duck his head on the way up. I can’t help but smile.
To my surprise, he asks me if I need the bathroom, and when I say yes—because I want to brush my teeth—he carries me inside.
“I can manage.” All this care and attention has begun to feel suffocating. I’m not used to being pampered. My father quit pampering me once Vivian arrived on the scene. And to be fair, he wasn’t much of a helicopter parent prior to that.
“I know you can manage, but I also need you to rest your ankle,” Angelo replies with a plastic smile. The bastard is enjoying this. I can tell. He loves that I’m dependent on him and Kane. Probably assumes I won’t try to escape his clutches if I can’t walk without falling over in agony.
Sadly, he’s right. Even if I had a passport and some cash, we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere.
“Are you going to hold me while I piss?” I’m joking, but he nods.
“I have no problem with that.”
“Eww, gross.” This time his smile is genuine at my horrified expression. “Not happening.”
“Relax,cara. I’ll leave you to pee in peace.” He backs out of the small bathroom and pushes the door shut.
I quickly brush my teeth using the brand-new toothbrush and then use the toilet while hoping he’s not listening on the other side of the door.
My hair is a tangled bird’s nest and my skin milk-pale, but I try not to avoid my reflection. Part of me is worried that if I stare into the mirror, I’ll see a demon lurking behind my eyes. The sort of demon that kills people without remorse.
When I leave the bathroom, Angelo is waiting for me. He picks me up before I can protest and deposits me in bed.
“Seriously, I’m not crippled, Angelo,” I grumble.
He rolls his eyes and clicks off the small lamp on the nightstand, plunging the room into semi-darkness.
“Get some more rest. If Declan has your passport ready tomorrow, we’ll be leaving.”
I nod and snuggle down under the thick quilt. The pillows are soft, like fluffy clouds, and the bed is surprisingly comfortable. If I were a genuine tourist, I’d rate the place five stars for sure.
I don’t expect to fall asleep so quickly, but the next time I wake, a heavy blanket of shadows has settled over the room. All I can hear are faint creaks as ancient timbers shift and the rhythmic sound of heavy breathing behind me.
The realization that I have company doesn’t surprise me. It’s become apparent that these two can’t leave me alone for five fucking minutes.
My unwanted companion rolls onto his back and throws a brawny arm out sideways. His breathing pattern doesn’t change, so I assume he’s still fast asleep.
I carefully adjust to lie on my side facing him, ogling his cut muscles like a creeper. It’s not often I get the chance to admire Kane’s defined musculature and myriad tattoos. When we train,he always wears a tee. Presumably so I don’t collapse in a puddle of lustful drool.
The drapes are partially open. Light filters in from the moon, which periodically peeks out from behind the clouds. It’s stopped snowing, but it’s still possible the snowfall will have blocked the roads around here. I hope not, or we could be stuck here for weeks. Or so I overheard Kane telling Angelo last night. Not exactly ideal. I need to get back to my babies.
Mypetbabies.
The onlybabiesin my future.
“Need something, kitten?” Kane’s low rumble startles me. I’ve been so lost in thought I’ve failed to spot he’s awake.
“No.” He rolls over to face me.
