We were lost in each other. Taste. Sensation. Need.
I mewled. A sound that had never, ever escaped my lips before.
Remy’s body stiffened, and his lips pulled away from mine.
“Don’t stop.” I blinked my eyes open.
A dagger pressed against Remy’s neck, and a trickle of blood disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt.
“Put her down,” Teal demanded. “Now.”
Chapter
Fifty-Six
TEAL
We came around the curve in the road. I spotted Haven immediately—how could I not? She was all I’d thought about for days. My obsession. My salvation. My reward. The sight of the man holding her—kissing her—sent a primal fury roaring through me. He dared. He shouldn’t have touched her. Not mine. Not ever.
I surged beside the man, my every move driven by the fierce need to remove her from his arms. I pressed my blade against his skin, the cold steel biting into his neck. I grinned at the first bead of blood. The fucker would be dead if not for my fear that Haven might fall from his grasp. “Put her down.”
Haven’s eyes widened in apparent surprise before narrowing to angry slits. “What are you doing?”
“We’re here to rescue you.” Surely that was obvious?
A sharp gust of cold wind tugged a lock of hair from her braid, and she tucked the golden strands behind her ear. “No, thank you. I don’t need saving.”
“Hear that, Teal? We crossed the border for nothing.” Grayson’s gaze landed on me; it held a told-you-so quality thatmade me want to kill someone—either him or the asshole holding Haven. I wasn’t picky.
“Put. Her. Down.” My blade cut deeper into the man’s neck, and his warm blood steamed in the frigid air. Very satisfying.
“Don’t you dare hurt him.” Haven’s eyes were silver fire, and I wasn’t sure if she was speaking to the dead man holding her or me. Odd, because I was the one holding the knife.
Meanwhile, the dead man chuckled as if he found the whole situation amusing. “He could try to hurt me.”
Was he mad? One flick of my wrist and he’d bleed out.
“You want him alive, Princess?” Flynn wore a dangerous smile, and I idly wondered what he was up to.
“Yes.” She growled, almost as if she cared about the asshole’s welfare. What had happened after the basajaun took her? Had this guy saved her? Had she bonded with her rescuer?
Flynn smirked. “If you want Teal to put down the knife, it’ll cost you.”
Haven rolled her eyes. “Of course it will. What do you want?”
“One night. Just give us one night to show you what you mean to us.”
Flynn’s offer twisted my gut. This wasn’t how I wanted her. But the hunger clawing at my insides didn’t care about honor. I needed her—right or wrong. Nothing else mattered.
I watched her face, searching for any sign she still wanted us. Desperation had been devouring me for days. Any means. Any price. Just get her back.
After a night in our arms, she’d forgive us this tiny bit of blackmail. I was sure of it.
Her eyes flickered with indecision. Then she looked at him. Stars. There were fucking stars in her gorgeous eyes. Like he was everything. My vision went red. I wanted to carve him into pieces. Watch him bleed.
She shifted her gaze, and our eyes met. Hers narrowed as if she could sense my eagerness to spill his blood. Then she blinked, and I had the unsettling feeling I’d disappointed her.
“Haven, don’t even think about it.” The fucking asshole still held her. Why? I’d told him to put her down.
