He shuts the fuck up, his eyes dropping as he swallows hard. Didn't realize I was taking audience suggestions. I turn my focus back to her—because right now, nothing else matters. Just her. Just us. Getting through this one brutal thrust at a time. "You're fuckin' soaked, sweetheart," I murmur
Silas doesn't even blink. Just leans back like he's hosting some goddamn cocktail hour while the world burns down around him.He opens a drawer, pulls out a second glass, and uncorks something amber and expensive."To the end of the Reapers," he says, lifting it toward me with a smirk.In this world
WarFuck.Logan is clawing at the walls again."Kill him!"His voice bounces around my skull like a ricochet, desperate and feral. "You've already done enough damage for a lifetime, you selfish, psychotic fuck," I mutter under my breath. "Stay in your cage, or you're gonna get both of us killed. An
Dread washes over me in a suffocating wave.He's setting a trap.And there's a chance their heads aren't clear enough not to walk right into it.War's voice cuts through, sharper now. "Didn't know those fuckers were tailing me. How'd you catch the tracker?"Silas smirks, like War just gave him a com
AlyssaThe second we step inside Silas's hellhole, his guards pat us down for wires, weapons, and anything else that might help us get out of here alive.War grips my arm—just firm enough to make it clear I'm not to be touched by anyone but Silas.We move in silence, following Lee and the guards up
Guards flood the entry—too many to count, but that doesn't matter.They're between us and her."Where are they?" I shout, ducking behind a stairwell as rounds shred the wall behind us. King glances at his phone. "Basement. She hasn't moved for twelve minutes."Fuck. What if Silas already killed War
On King's phone, the red dot stops moving.Up ahead, brake lights flicker through the dark.An iron gate slams shut just as the last car slips inside. Sealing my sweet girl in with them. King kills the headlights, melting the Charger into the dark.The rest of our convoy follows—quiet. Synchronize
Nikolai"That was his plan?" I mutter, standing the second the last sedan's taillights vanish into the trees. My knees crack like they're pissed at me for crouching that long. "He's gonna get himself fucking killed."No one answers. Not that they need to.King's already locked in—jaw set, shoulders
War smirks. "Smart choice."The rep dials and puts it on speaker.Two rings.Then a voice cuts through the air—smooth, cold, and unmistakably Silas.One I've heard in my nightmares over and over again."I assume you're calling because you've got her."The rep clears his throat. "Sir, there's been...