“Asshole,” Kai mutters, his hips stuttering.
He hesitates, then matches my speed.
With utter reluctance, if the shaking in his thighs is anything to go by.
“Good boy,” I whisper. “Such agoodfucking b?—”
I cut off at a rap on the window behind me.
“Hold that thought,” I tell Kai as I sit back on my heels, giving his cock one last stroke before releasing him. I tuck myself back into my pants, turning around in the seat.
Haven’s face looks ghostly out there in the dark. I smile at her, but she just stares back at me. There’s another sharp rap on the window, and every single alarm bell in my head goes off at once.
It wasn’t Haven who knocked, and they didn’t use their hand.
It’s a man holding a knife, and he has his arm looped over Haven’s throat, a manic grin on his face as he tilts his head and stares at me through the glass.
“Better let me in, asshole, or you’ll be washing her blood off your car.”
I feel Kai tense behind me and hear the furtive sound as he tries to pull himself together. Panic rolls off him in waves, but it crashes harmlessly against my own cold control.
“Kai, I need you to relax right now,” I say carefully as I reach to open the door. “Whatever happens, I need you to know—with every fiber of your fucking being—that I’ve got this under control.”
When he says nothing, I risk a quick glance over my shoulder.
He’s staring past me, at the man holding the knife to Haven’s throat.
No, he’s staring atHaven.
“Kai!”
Wild, terrified green eyes snap to me.
“I’m a monster, remember?” I tell him, my hand closing on the handle. “I’ve. Got. This.” I enunciate every word. Keep my eyes drilling into his.
Kai nods, even though his lips are still trembling.
I push the handle, briefly considering throwing the door open hard enough to knock them both off their feet. But I can’t risk Haven’s throat.
I step out into the brisk night air and close the door behind me.
I’m calm.
Kai is not.
Chapter 37
Bastian
Haven whimpers when the man presses the knife to her throat hard enough to leave a mark on her skin. She’s shaking, clinging to the arm around her throat, but her eyes are glassy.
She’s checked out.
Good.
No one should witness what comes next.
“Bit chilly for a mugging,” I tell the man, giving him a languid smile as I reach for my suit pocket. Our little tryst began so quickly that I never even shed my jacket. Thank fuck, because my wallet’s in here.
