“Fuck, I forgot about the burn. Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
I doubt this man could ever do that to me, and I force some life into my voice as I add, “We should clean up. Let me make the coffee this time. I must pay my way if I’m going to remain here.”
Reluctantly, I slip my hand from his, and as I scoot to my feet, I cast an appreciative eye over the man who has already saved me too many times to count, and then head inside the cabin, wishing we could stay here forever.
CHAPTER 8
BLADE
Iam furious. When Delilah told me her sorry tale, it burned inside me. I’ve heard many tales from broken angels, and it never gets any easier. There are many at the compound, guests of ours until they are stronger, either returning to their families or, with our help, beginning a new chapter in their lives.
But Delilah’s story feels personal somehow, and it hurts my heart when I picture what she suffered at the hands of individuals I wish had died a more painful death.
However, somewhere out there is a woman who still lives and breathes. Jenna Sloane is now my number one target, which means she’s about to gasp her last breath.
I find my pants and retrieve my cell phone. Pressing the contact I need most right now.
“Talk to me, soldier.”
His gruff voice is almost immediate, and I growl, “Delilah Grimes is not her real name.”
We waste no time on pleasantries, and his tone is measured.
“Do you know what is?”
“She’s lost her memory but tells me that Angela named her. That’s not all.”
He listens carefully as I fill him in, and when I finish, silence is my answer. I wait while he wraps his head around this and then he replies gruffly.
“Wait for instructions. Call Lucy for any supplies you may need. This could take a few days.”
“We have enough.”
“Then hang tight and try not to terrify the poor girl. She’s been through enough.”
His low chuckle is the last thing I hear as he ends the call, and my thumb immediately connects me to the next one.
“Are you okay, man?”
The surly tones of my brother Razor relax me. We’re actually twins, and I like to think of myself as the more attractive one. The fact we’re identical contradicts that, but whereas I have some kind of personality, he has none.
“Usual shit.”
I answer him because it’s not uncommon for a Reaper to be holed up with a broken angel to mend in a cabin in the mountains. Hell, it’s where Snake met Bonnie and they are the happiest couple I know, aside from Ryder and Ashton, of course.
“Rather you than me.”
I picture Delilah and her soft curves, sweet smile and pleasant nature, and for some reason his words irritate the shit out of me. This is no hard ask, not for me, and yet my brother is like me. No emotion. No fucks to give and only interested in a beer and ending the night deep inside a willing woman with no strings.
“Am I missing anything?”
“No. It’s been a little quiet since the academy. Ryder is pissed with Cassie and Jack and has placed them under house arrest. Jack is coming off worse because he should have been better and protected Cassie. Not followed her into hell.”
“He would follow her if she jumped off a cliff.”
“True.”
