“Good. Tell me if that changes.”
“Okay.” He swallows thickly as Roth sets the knot of his tie, but stills when Roth’s tattooed hand slips around the front of his throat.
“Tell me,” He orders, the deep rumble of his demon’s voice bleeding through. With one more hard glance, Roth leaves him to adjust his own suit and tie.
“We got you, man,” I mutter as I pass him, rubbing his buzzed head.
Killian snickers. “Yeah and if worst comes to worst, Luther can just fly out and drop you off a cliff. Easy peasy.”
“I’ll dropyouoff a cliff,” Thane mutters as we file out of the apartment, Roth in the lead.
Roth looks over his shoulder and glares at us. “I will drop youalloff a cliff if you don’t shut up.”
The corner of my mouth tips up. “Gotta catch me first.” Killian cackles with laughter as we file into the elevator, but the mood sobers, and by the time those doors open again we are no longer Roth, Killian, Thane, and Luther.
We are the prodigal sons.
The wicked who shall inherit the earth.
Except me.
The familiar, well-worn path leads us around the Foundation Stone, where the great monolith will be the backdrop to tonight’s Samhain bonfire. With any luck, we’ll be long gone by then.Hopefully blitzed out of our fucking minds on whatever Killian’s been working on. Speaking of?—
“Is the new batch ready yet?”
“Almost. Give me another week or two to refine it,” he answers, and launches into a monologue about the science of his latest experiment. Another week or two might be the difference between life and death if Thane can’t keep his demon from rising. Last weekend was the closest he’s come to flattening everything in a half-mile radius. It was too fucking close. And all because ofher.
God damnit.
I shouldn’t have gone to her.
I shouldn’t have—fuck. The memory of her dancing in the dark flashes behind my eyes. Of stalking her through the darkness, wrapping my hand around neck, running my fingers over that soft skin.
Kissing her.
Devouringher.
The way she molded to my body, so different than drilling in Carrick’s class. Whimpering in desperate need instead of pain.
All for me.
She wantedme.
Bile threatens to rise.
No, she didn’t even know it was me.
I’d hoped, stupidly, that maybe she’d recognize me in the stockroom, that she’d remember cumming on my fingers not thirty minutes prior, begging for more.
But when we locked eyes, she recoiled like she wanted nothing to do with me.
Not that night.
Not in physical training on Thursday. No matter how much I pushed her, she always pushed back. And every time she endedup beneath me, I had to bury the urge to touch her like I did in the club. I wanted to. Sofuckingbadly.
I wanted toruinher, just like Roth warned her.
But I couldn’t. Ican’t.
