He sighs, interlinking his hands behind his head. “Yeah.”
I finish the sentence in my head that we’re both thinking.
Maybe things would have been different.
There’s a couple beats of silence, and when he doesn’t add anything further, I let the thought that’s now roaming around my head come to life. “Do you think they took it?”
“It’s the only logical explanation. The timelines match up with what happened to Jenna. I left it in your bedroom.”
Irritation crawls up my spine, the fact that one of the Montgomerys broke into my house, my bedroom, and took the letter he gave me.
They’d obviously read it and took their chance to steal something that left me even more vulnerable.
“So, they likely tried my house first, and noticed I wasn’t at home?” I ask, the aggro piquing inside me.
I wonder if it was a hunt to find who they could get first. Unfortunately, it ended up being Jenna.
It could have been any of us, but they just had to take the one who spoke up against their bullshit behaviour.
The one person who had no relation to it, just had a backbone to stand up against what was wrong. Her own bravery forced me to find my own.
Saint shifts on the bed. “That’s what I believe.”
My spine steels, feeling my muscles tighten all over at the rage bubbling beneath me.
“I fucking hate them,” I hiss through my statement. This is just adding to the urge I have to kill them both.
Their reign of horror will end with us.
Saint’s hand ghosts up my side, a smirk building on his face. “I’ve seen that look twice now.” Amusement is laced in his tone.
My arms fold under my chest, and I scowl at him. “What look?”
I narrow my eyes tighter the bigger his smirk grows. “That murderous fucking glint in your eye. A sick part of me really wants to see you unleash it, darling.”
Heat instantly pools in the pit of my stomach, but I’m still feeling the darker effects, fired up and ready to break something to release it.
“Would you like me to test it on you? I can show you what would happen if you don’t let me go with you to this event. Haven’t forgotten about it, by the way.”
I cock my head, waiting for his reaction.
Saint might be able to evaporate my motor skills with his tongue between my legs, and he’s been damn good at making me fall for his charm instead of letting me push him to give in. But this?
No, I’m not letting him go alone.
“For fuck’s sake, not this again,” he groans, and I decide I’ll adapt some of his techniques.
My legs straddle over him; I pin his arms above his head the moment he unhooks them, his lazy morning reflexes no match for my lightning reaction.
“Listen to me, Saint Blackwood. I’m fucking coming with you, whether you like it or not. If you don’t agree, I’ll find a way to sneak in, and I know just how pissed you’ll get when I do. Take that, or fucking eat it.”
Everything about Saint is an illusion, and I should have known better.
He breaks free from my grip as large paws grip my hips, and I feel him hardening between my thighs, the heat soaring from us having nothing in between us.
“Now, that look right there makes me fucking horny.” His dark gaze sets my body alight, though I glower at him, looking back at me like he thinks he’s going to win.
“Don’t try to distract me. I’m not letting this go,” I bite out, but then his palms glide over the curve of my ass, giving each cheek a squeeze, and I fight the hitch in my breathing.
