I bite his lip and draw blood. I want to scar him in as many ways as he has me.
Grahm kicks the truck we’re in the back of and whistles for his crew to hurry up with the shipment. Callum groans and sits up.
He’s frustrated that I won’t give him the affection I once did. All I have left is the darkness that was left in the wake of love. Of his. Of Roman’s.
I shift out of the truck and shove my hands into the pilot-style jacket Grahm gave me.
We’re expecting an important shipment today. I’m not sure what the product is or why it’s important enough to deal outside of the underworld, but it is. And to my utter displeasure, of course it’s at the bonfire party.
Roman was right about Sub-Rosa using the townspeople for protection. No one would dare give up their positions to out the group. It’s diabolical and twisted, but I don’t have the will to fight any of it anymore. I’m just here to enjoy what little I can.
Grahm leans against the truck beside me while Callum speaks with one of his grunts. “We have one more stop after this.”
I groan. “Seriously? Don’t you ever get tired of working?”
He laughs and crosses his arms. “Honestly, Thornton, what do you even have to be in a rush to get back to?”
I lift a brow at him. “Our game of chess. The last episode of that stupid drama show. There’s a bowl of chili someone left in the fridge that I plan on eating tonight.” I crack a smile, and he laughs.
“Jesus, you’re fucking something else.” He grins and shakes his head a few times before letting his eyes shift over to Callum. “I want to give you a heads-up, but you need to keep it to yourself, or Callum ?will lose his shit.”
My humor fades, and I nod.
“You’re meeting the boss tonight. It’s nothing formal, but he’s interested in meeting you. So be on your best behavior, okay?” He sounds serious.
“The boss. Like of Sub-Rosa or…more?” I hesitantly glance at Callum to make sure he’s still not listening.
Grahm shrugs. “I’ve never asked. As long as I get paid and I do my job, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to get into it any deeper than I already am,” he admits.
I bite my lip, debating on asking more. “Did you kill my uncle?”
Grahm’s eyes flash, and he shakes his head. “No…but there is something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
I stare at him expectantly. He clears his throat.
“Hello, Miss Thornton. It’s Mr. Holland.” His voice is exactly how Mr. Holland’s voice sounded over the phone.
“You’re Mr. Holland? But…why?” I thought I’d be more upset hearing this, but after being left for dead twice, being lured into a town doesn’t exactly top the list.
Grahm sighs. “I knew someone had Chloe’s phone. I was tracking its movements, and when I called and you picked up, I knew there was a chance it was you. Callum didn’t believe me, so I lured you here myself. Once I verified it was you?—” ?He breaks off.
“You told Callum.”
He nods. “Sorry, Thornton, but it sort of worked out, didn’t it?” He gives me a weak smile.
I shove his shoulder playfully. “If this is your definition of things working out, then sure.”
His expression falters into a frown. “There’s one more thing.” My expression mimics his. “When we were patching you up earlier this month, we found something.”
“What?” Like a growth or something?
“We learned a while ago that all Dark Forces soldiers have trackers in them. It tracks their vitals, location, lots of things. Well, we found one in your neck.”
I flinch and go deathly still. What the fuck? Did Roman tag me at some point?
“Yeah, that’s kind of what I thought. You had no idea, did you?”
I shake my head and try to understand what he’s getting at. “Did Icarus do this?”
