“Really?” I ask as he cups my nape, bringing our foreheads together as his sigh brushes against my lips, his fingers slipping inside me as I gasp.
“For you, darling, I would.” His hand dips further, making me moan. “But I want the name.”
13
Indie
The Grey - Bad Omens
Present day
Myknucklespressintomy eyes, the pressure squishing the daydream as I stare at the laptop screen.
We’re approaching day six, and not once has there been any sign of life on the feed.
Not a mailman, not even a bird has set off Regina’s motion sensors.
It’s unsettling and causes a knot to form in my stomach.
What if he got spooked from our visit?
What if he’s taken Callum somewhere else?
Regina has been keeping Victoria up to date, letting her know our progress. She’s not as rapid at the replies as she was to beginwith, but Regina says she’s out doing her own searches, just in case.
“Did she send any pictures of John?” I shout over the back of the sofa to her.
I usually do an internet search for these guys, the majority of them already having photos out there.
But not John.
He doesn’t seem to be in the public eye as much as the rest of the Sumus members.
“No, just Callum. She gave us a written description though.”
I snort. Unless this guy is unique, that’ll be useless.
The thought causes my heart to clamp tightly, because there’s only one person in the world I’d be able to tell you about every single small detail.
Grey, steel-like eyes, black, floppy hair, and a towering six-foot-six frame with a jawline sharp enough to give a blade envy—
No, Indie.
That’s twice today.
You’re on your last warning.
I’m not allowing myself to dwell on the past any longer. It’s easier said than done, and I know it will take time. I can have blips, as long as I don’t allow myself to spiral.
I physically shake my head, hard enough that my brain rattles off my skull, as if the movement will knock those thoughts out of my head and replace them with some sense.
Regina walks over to me, pulls out the tablet, and reads the description like a shopping list.
She has so many devices, I’ve lost count at this point.
“Over six feet. Very muscular, tattoos from head to hands. Dark hair, closely shaven at the sides and messy on top.” She flicks her gaze up to me. “Does he have an identical twin that isn’t a cunt?”
I bark out a laugh, shaking my head. “What a waste.”
