“Then Kai goes back to prison.”
Silence stretches. Cold seeps through my costume—the stupid, fucking Mad Hatter coat and no shirt that seemed clever three hours ago and now just makes me feel exposed.
Haven’s fingers flex against mine.
I should grab her and run. We can take our chances.
But we both know there’s nowhere to go.
Rooke holds the key to her future…and mine. His invisible web was so carefully spun that neither of us saw it until we were well and truly trapped.
“Then let’s get it over with.” I have to fight to speak, to push out the words. But anything’s better than the stifling dread, or the spiral of ugly thoughts filling my head.
Rooke’s smile widens, flashing teeth as he strips off his coat and lays it over the sarcophagus. “There’s my good boy.”
…being such a good boy…
A sliver of memory jolts through me at those words. An alley, the stench of weed, Rooke’s cologne, and?—
It’s nothing. Just my imagination’s going haywire.
“First things first.” He closes the distance between us in three measured strides. “Lose the hat.”
He reaches up before I can stop him, plucking the top hat off my head and tossing it onto the sarcophagus like it’s a coat rack.
“Better.” His fingers brush my jaw. I jerk back, but there’s nowhere to go—the wall is right fucking there. “Now get on your knees.”
“Fuck you,” I blurt through a strangled laugh.
“Not yet, boy.” His thumb drags across my lower lip. “Not yet.”
He turns to Haven, snapping his fingers. “Come here.”
Haven lifts her chin, staring him down. “Make me.”
My heart gives a hard thump against my ribs.
Jesus, that mouth of hers is going to get us both killed…or worse.
But Rooke just lets out a low, dark laugh. “As you wish.”
He moves fast. One second he’s an arm’s length away, the next he’s got Haven by the throat, walking her backward until her shoulders hit the wall beside me.
“You’ve been running from me for weeks.” His voice drops to a murmur. “Hiding behind your boyfriend. Pretending you don’t want this.”
“I wasn’t?—“
“Liar.” He leans in, his lips brushing her ear, thumb grazing the edge of her jaw. “I can smell how wet you are from here.”
Haven’s breath catches. Her blue eyes find mine, fluttering when Rooke’s thumb slides over her bottom lip.
But I’ve seen Haven scared. This is not it.
She’sturned on.
Suddenly my cock is straining against my pants, my skin warming, my breath hitching.
I fucking hate how effortlessly he can do that to her.
