“Ah, fuck, Jewel,” I mutter, moving my mouth to her ear. “Don’t make me wanna say things I’ve never said before while my idiot brothers are listening in.”
She laughs wryly. “Later, then. Tell me later.”
I kiss the side of her neck, pausing to take in her sweet scent of leather and bubblegum.
“Later,” I promise.
29
JULES
Aweek after my article hits the newspaper stands, Silas joins Elias and me in his trailer—well,ourtrailer, according to my ringmaster. Most of my stuff is here now, the rest in storage crates.
“Things are pretty much going the way we planned,” Silas says, stretching his long legs out on the couch. “The Becks are being shunned in their social circles. The Caldwell pricks are spiraling publicly. Of course, they all deny it. But people love their witch hunts.”
“That they do,” Elias confirms, handing me a fresh cup of coffee with a wink.
“Do I get one of those, brother?”
Elias sighs and turns back to the coffee machine.
“You used to be nicer to me,” Silas mutters. He turns his blue eyes, a couple of shades darker than Elias’s pale gray ones, to me. “It’s like no one but you exists anymore.”
I chuckle despite the tension in my stomach. I haven’t felt relaxed since I finally sent out my story. It’s like I’ve left things unfinished. Maybe I’ll feel better once prick and dick are dead, but…
“I want to see my parents,” I tell the guys.
“I’m sorry, what?” Silas asks, his eyebrows in his hairline.
Elias doesn’t look surprised. “They won’t be nice, Little Sapphire. How they treated you as a kid, when you kept quiet? Magnify it a hundredfold now that you’ve spoken out.”
He hands Silas his coffee, then sits next to me at the booth, his gaze searching mine for something.
“I know, I know,” I sigh, fiddling with my spoon. “I think I need it, though. Need to see that I’ve done the right thing.”
“You think they were remorseful?” Elias asks cautiously.
“Hell no,” I reply bitterly. “You know my source at the FBI? She’s from my hometown. Last time I spoke to her, my parents were still telling anyone who’d listen that I robbed them before I left.”
“You should have,” Silas says with a snort.
I shake my head. “Yeah, no. I wanted nothing to do with them. Everything I took with me I earned.”
The pride in Elias’s eyes shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. We’ve been like rabbits since we met almost a month ago, and still, I can’t get enough of his magic dick. Sometimes I miss the thrill of the hunt, though. The threat of his garrote. Maybe I should say something once we’re out of Graves…
Oblivious to the direction of my thoughts, Elias gets up and extends his hand for mine. “Alright. Let’s go, then.”
I blink at him. “Now?”
His smile is a bit unhinged. “Why not? We won’t be here for much longer. Just have to set a few things in motion for the grand finale.”
The grand finale… The overdue demise of my uncle and cousin. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.
I place my hand in his and let him pull me up. “I’m ready.”
He smirks. “Perfect.”
“Need an assist?” Silas asks over the rim of his cup.
