Torture

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before

Heath stood outside the door. He had sent Cameron to take a run through town telling his red-haired mate that it was so that he could be seen doing normal things, so the pack didn’t suspect that the Triquetra had taken Aislen to the river house, but it was also because Cameron’s restlessness, hovering between excitement at the prospect of Aislen sharing his bed that night and a growing horror of her screams, had exacerbated his own uneasiness.

In a typical Aislen move, as if she knew that Cameron had gone, she had lapsed into silence again, and Heath had gone to investigate, standing pressed to the wall outside of Rhett’s room. He wasn’t sure what he expected to hear, but other than the buzz of the tattoo gun and the hum of Rhett’s rock music, there was silence.

Rhett was adhering to the agreement and staying quiet, and Aislen had given up pleading.

The buzz stopped and after a couple of minutes, Rhett cleared his throat. "I'm taking a break. You can use