Page 63 of Devil’s Snare

When I slipped into a dream, Cin was there, waiting for me.

And just like the one I had when I first met him, I rode on his bike down an empty road, arms wrapped around his waist. The lights and trees streaked by in a blur. It was beautiful.

I WOKE UP IN A STRANGE room.

My eyes struggled to focus, but when they did, I saw four men seated in chairs. They stared with anxious expressions.

G.D., the president of the club. Juke, the prospect who helped to protect me when I didn’t even know I needed it. My brother, Ethan, gripping one of my hands.

And Cin. He was gently massaging my other hand. His gaze was focused on my face, uncertainty in his handsome features.

“That feels nice. Maybe I need to get roughed up more often so I can be spoiled like this.” My voice sounded rough and raspy. No one seemed to mind.

G.D. chuckled.

Ethan rolled his eyes.

Juke’s smile widened. A new scar had formed on his neck, but it didn’t seem to faze him.

But my biker? Cin appeared tortured.

“Don’t, baby. I couldn’t live through seeing you injured like that again. Nearly killed me.”

“You did a good job of trying to leave this world yourself. Try that again, and I’ll go back to the Tree and tell it to whip your ass.”

Laughter filled the room as I grinned.

The only one who didn’t think it was funny was Cin.

“You’ve been unconscious for three days, Gwen.”

Really? Well, shit. “I feel rested. That’s a bonus, right?”

Ethan rose and kissed my cheek. “You should know that I’m going to prospect for the club. I’m a fucking badass, so they’re lucky to have me.”

“Totally,” I agreed.

Ethan stepped back, and G.D. kissed my forehead.

“Good to have you around, Gwen. Keep his ass in line.”

“Oh, I will,” I promised.

Juke waved before he followed G.D. and Ethan out of the room.

“Just us now. You can relax, Cin.”

“Well, you might be pissed at me when you find out that I lost patience with Shane. Might have put him in the incinerator oven without getting all the answers we needed.”

My dangerous, protective, sexy biker who lived up to his road name. That was two men burned to ashes now.

“Did you learn anything that was helpful?”

“I did. I know he had a vendetta against your sister. Shane was dishonorably discharged from the Marine Corps. She helped hold him responsible when he attacked and assaulted a fellow Marine. Bad shit went down. Still don’t know how Marshall was connected. Maybe just another Marine he didn’t like.”

“And Penny?”

“Just a pawn.”