“What do you want, Dean?”
“Right now, lots of things.” He chuckles, grazing his fingers over the hole in my fishnets, setting my skin on fire. “But I’m more interested in what you’re pretending to need from me.”
“I’m not pretending to need anything.”
“Liar.” He presses hard against me, and my head fogs. “How do I know my brother didn’t send you here to fuck with me? As far as I know, you two are still together, and this is all just a scheme to figure out what I’m up to.”
“It’s not,” I seethe.
“So you say. But I’ve fallen for your lies before.”
“I—”
“Don’t.” He cuts me off. “I don’t want excuses, and I sure as shit don’t want to revisit the past. All I want from you is the truth.”
If it were anyone but Dean, I’d lie, but he knows me too well. He’ll hear it in my voice. I press my lips together, refusing to say anything.
“That’s what I thought.” He shoves off me, and I can finally breathe.
But when I turn, he’s still standing right in front of me, making it impossible to think.
“This was a mistake.” My voice is nearly a whisper. “I should leave.”
“You’re not going anywhere, princess.” My old nickname slips out so easily that it’s confusing. “Not until I’ve figured out why you’re really here.”
“You can’t—” I don’t get the chance to finish my argument.
A gunshot sounds.
Glass shatters.
Somewhere, someone screams.
Without blinking, Dean throws himself over me, and chaos unleashes.
3
Willa
Dean’s eyes are darkas night as he hovers over me with my back pressed flush to the floor. One of his legs is between mine. He braces one arm at the side of my head. His other reaches for his gun.
“Stay down.”
“Dean—”
“Willa, I swear to God if you don’t stay down right now, I’m going to unleash all that is unholy on your ass later.”
I bite my lip, sure he intended for it to be a threat. But with his thigh pressing against me and his warmth making it difficult to think straight, it’s impossible to ignore how hard my heart beats for him.
“Fuck.” Dean shakes his head like he read my thoughts. “You’re going to get me killed. Stay down.”
He shoves off me but keeps low to the ground, and I don’t move. As fun as it is pushing Dean to his limits, thisisn’t the time. The last thing I want is for him to get hurt because of me.
The door swings open, and Soul rushes in with another man right behind him. His patch saysVenom, complementing the lethal rage brewing in his dark eyes. His tattooed fingers tighten around his gun, but he’s calm, like what’s happening isn’t unusual.
I suppose, to them, it probably isn’t.
“What’s going on out there?” The authority in Dean’s voice makes my belly flutter.
