“Took you a while,” I mutter. “But I’m glad you finally figured it out, Heavenly.”
My thumb brushes over her damaged bottom lip. There are marks on her neck where the collar grazed her skin. More on her wrists where she fought the restraints I used to tie her to the headboard.
She’s covered in bruises and scratches, like she was in a fucking car wreck.
Nope, just me and Rooke.
“Kai.” Her voice is low, heavy.
My gaze drops to her mouth, watching as she licks her lips. I can’t fight the urge anymore.
Dropping my head, I go in for a kiss.
She turns away. “We can take my car,” she mumbles sulkily. Like I won, but she thinks I played dirty.
Guess I did.
I draw back, smirking down coldly at her.
“Sure you don’t want to stay here with your sugar daddy?”
She gives me a withering glare as she shoves past me hard enough to send me reeling to the side.
“Sticks and stones, Kai,” she calls over her shoulder, still scowling. “Sticks and fucking stones.”
There she fucking is.
Heavenly, the golden-haired angel in the woods is still here. Grown-up Haven just had her buried deep.
Can’t call her that anymore, not after last night.
Her white robe has been sullied. Her halo bent.
We did that. Me and Rooke.
There’s a part of me that wants to rescue her.
Another part of me wants to drag her back inside Rooke’s house so we can rip away every last bit of innocence.
I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms until the thought bleeds away.
That part of me needs to stay locked up tight.
For my sake, and hers.
Chapter 21
Kai
“You’re stalling, aren’t you?” Kai hisses in my ear.
“I don’t know where he keeps them.” I glower at him. “Told you to stay outside.”
I shove his chest, trying to get some space between us. He’s been inches behind me ever since we slipped back inside the house to look for my car keys.
It’s made it impossible to think…and I have so much shit to think about.
We’ve already searched the living area and the kitchen. Only options left are Professor Rooke’s study and his bedroom. Now we’re clustered together near the front door, both bristling with frustration.
