Even masked, they recognize me instantly.
Their heads snap toward me. Haven gasps, jumping back from Kai. He spins, placing himself in front of her, body shielding hers.
“You’re late.”
Chapter 21
Kai
“Get inside before someone sees you,” Rooke says.
Haven’s hand tightens in mine, her pulse hammering against my palm.
The shadows inside the mausoleum merge seamlessly with the black granite. An oil lantern wedged into the niche of some future dead guy’s final resting place stretches Rooke’s shadow into a monster’s.
Fitting.
He’s wearing black—to match his soul—and a fucking wolf mask pushed up on his forehead.
“Cozy,” I mutter, glancing around.
One way in, one way out. Granite walls pressing close. A sarcophagus in the center, like an altar.
“I expect punctuality.” Rooke pulls the door shut behind us with a soft thud, the sound too loud in the hushed space.
And just like that, we’re trapped again.
“Forgiveness is going to cost you,” our professor says.
“Forgiveness?” Haven scoffs. “You’re one to speak.”
Rooke’s brows draw together. “Watch your tone with me, girl.” His dark eyes slide to me. “Or have you forgotten what’s at stake here?”
My skin prickles at the touch of his gaze, but I try not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, despite my pulse kicking up, and cock twitching like the traitorous piece of shit it is.
“We got a party to get back to, Rooke.” I keep my voice flat and bored.
He circles us, fingers trailing along the edge of the sarcophagus before he slides the flat of his hand over the surface. It’s surprisingly clean, like he wiped everything down before we got here.
There was a severed chain dangling from the iron gate outside, but I don’t see any bolt cutters lying around. It would be just like him to come in here and prepare the place…but what the fuck for?
“What do you want?” I blurt out before my mind can start answering that question.
Rooke smiles.
“I want you. Both of you.” He pats the top of the sarcophagus, then carries on walking around the block of granite, head down, voice low. “Here.Now.”
Haven shifts beside me, crossing her arms tight across her chest, but I don’t look at her.
I can’t.
Because if I see fear in her eyes, I’ll do something stupid.
And if I seelust…Jesus.
“And if we say no?” she asks, voice shaking.
Rooke stops. Turns. The lantern light catches his face, carving shadows beneath his cheekbones that make him look more wolfish than his mask.
