“Hell hath no fury,” Rooke says.
“Damn fucking straight.” Haven gestures at the couch. “Move it!”
Rooke slowly makes his way over to the sofa facing the fireplace. “Do you want me to sit down?”
“Obviously.” She points with her chin. “Right in the middle.”
With her attention on him, I slowly reach for the door and try to turn the lock. But before I can turn it, the gun swings back to me.
“Jesus!” Fuck, I wish she’d put that safety back on. My nerves are fucking fried.
“Your turn, Kai.” Her voice is so fucking sweet, I shiver.
I roll my lips together as I slowly head for the couch, hands still raised. If there’s one thing I know about someone riding a power trip, it’s to keep them happy until they tire of you, or you get a chance to run.
I’ve had nearly two decades of experience with Ezra.
Fuck.
Is my brother okay? Did I kill him?
I shove the thought out of my mind before it can fester in there. Worrying about shit like that won’t help me right now.
“Keep going,” Haven coos.
My jaw locks. But Haven steps forward, her aim becoming more accurate with every step she takes as she moves to the back of the sofa. Rooke takes a seat, head turned to watch me a few feet away. He glances over the back of the couch at Haven, and if the rain hadn’t been drumming on the roof, it would have been quiet enough to hear a pin drop on the thick rug under my feet.
She uses the gun to gesture to the sofa. “Keep going.”
I swallow, and shuffle forward.
“Little closer.”
I’m alreadywaytoo close to Rooke. “What the fuck do you want?”
Her smile is chilling in its radiance. “I know what makes you tick, Kai. I know what makes youbreak.”
My stomach sinks like I drank cement. I shake my head, speechless, but her smile just inches up even more.
She steps closer to the back of the couch, reaches down with her free hand, and slides her fingers into Rooke’s hair.
Slowly, she aims the gun into his lap, gesturing. “See that cock down there?”
I reel away, the back of my legs slamming into the coffee table. My hand shoots out as I fight for balance, my jaw locked tight. Still shaking my head. Right until my back hits the wall beside the fireplace.
“You’re going to suck it until he comes and then maybe,maybe, I’ll let you leave.”
Exactly what I told her in the library.
How could I forget? Haven holds a grudge like a sponge holds water.
Rooke flinches as she twists her hand in his hair. When he turns to glance up at her, she ducks down and presses her mouth to his.
The plan is simple.
They’re distracted. She isn’t even pointing the gun at me anymore. I can make it to the door before she even notices. I’ll be out of here and…
Rooke can do whatever he wants to her.
