The Second Bureau of the General Staff had interrupted. To this day, Percy had no idea if someone had slipped their location to the authorities, or if their luck had been rot that night.
“We were caught in the middle of our tussle, separated, and taken to a place with no light. I knew Nic would die withoutmedical attention, and I was glad of it. Even my blackened conscience could be lightened by the idea I’d saved him from my fate.”
How Percy wished Nic had died by his hand. For the monster that had risen back out of his friend’s grave was a monster of his making. All the terror and bloodshed spilt since that night was on his hands.
“He wants my head,” he finished simply. If the monster still lived, he longed for blood, Percy’s most of all.
And Percy could not blame him. He’d deserved death many times over.
Even more reason Percy prayed Nic had found peace at the bottom of the river.
“Is he gone?” Danny asked, her expression open and achingly beautiful in the face of all his ugly truth.
There was no need to worry her. There’d been no sign of the bastard in three years. “He is.”
Danny’s fingers intertwined with his, her silent support overwhelming. “I’m sorry you lost your friend.”
Percy laughed, though the humor was dark. “I stabbed him in the back, and you’re sorry for me?”
“For what he meant to you.” Danny lifted his hand and rubbed her cheek across his knuckles. “But you are not like him, Percy. No matter how much you wish to believe you’re a lost cause, I’ve seen your kindness and passion. I’ve seen your sins eat at you. You’re no more a monster than he was an angel.”
Percy’s heart gave a pang. She was a miracle, his wife, able to soothe the sharpest pains of his past with her indomitable spirit and goodness.
And he needed to be inside her now.
Rolling her on top of him, he grasped her hips and grinded into her core, feeling wetness slip against his cock.
Her eyes widened, but her smile was inviting.
She didn’t object when he twisted her around so he could lightly spank her backside.
She moaned and grasped him at the root but held back.
“Mount me,” he commanded.
He felt her shudder with her own need. “I thought you said to rest?”
He spanked her again, and her body shuddered in completion. He guided her down and sat up to tighten their position, whispering in her ear, “I’ll rest when I’m dead.”
