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“If I wasn’t starving before, I’m goddamn famished now.”
“Me too,” Thomas added.
“And me.” Riven pulled away, bending to grab his pants from the floor before he stopped and looked my way. “Baby?”
I willed my body to move, easing from straddling Hunter’s massive thighs and slipped from the bed. “Food sounds delicious,” I answered, unable to remember the last time we all ate.
We all went downstairs, cooked and laughed, even if the sound was a little strained. When our bellies were full, we climbed the stairs once more. Hunter went to his room, Thomas and Kane to theirs. I followed Riven into his bathroom where he waited, bare chested.
I stopped in front of him, staring into his eyes as he pulled the clothes from my body and then his own. We showered, taking the small moments together to love and touch each other in silence. When we were done, he switched the shower off, then grabbed a towel.
We needed no words, just each other’s presence, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. “You know what I need to do, right?”
“I know.”
He might. But that didn’t mean he liked it. In fact, as he tied a towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom, picking up the pillows we dislodged from us earlier, he grew colder.
“If it was you who could use and exploit someone, you'd have no problem doing that.”
“That’s right.” He turned, threw the pillow high against the headboard, and met my gaze. “If you think you’ll come out of this unscathed, then think again. This is going to torture you. This is going to?—”
I crossed the room, naked, and brushed my fingers along his cheek. “I’m already tainted, already tortured. We all are and if this can get us closer to the end, then I’ll use whatever connection to him I have.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I know you don’t.”
“If he tries anything.” The warning was loud and clear.
He wasn’t worried about the Son hurting me. He knew he wouldn’t. No, there was only jealousy burning in his stare.
“He won’t. Because I won’t let him.”
“He’s a dead man either way.” Riven’s dark eyes glinted.
I knew that. Still, it weighed on me.
“He’s said nothing.” Finley glanced at the door. “My men worked on him all night. Hell, even Tobias stayed back to have a go.”
I glance at Tobias, standing next to Ryth. They both still looked like hell, and he held his bloodied fist carefully by his side. I knew exactly what kind of ‘conversation’ he’d had with the Son.
“You’re not going to get anything out of him,” Finley added, drawing my focus back. “Not anymore.”
“Can’t or won't?”
He didn’t answer. I guessed that was reply enough. “Shit,” I muttered as I turned away.
“Don’t even bother,” Finley called.
But I would, because we had a lot riding on this. I scanned the massive room we’d taken over in the Salvatore mansion and saw way too many suits for my liking. They all milled around London, some of them on their cells as they called in favors or sent money. But they were here to fight, and that meant something.
Vivienne caught my eye. Her weak smile looked sad as she stood next to London. This was taking a toll on all of us, but especially her. I lowered my gaze to her belly. God, she must be in pain. But she said nothing as she glanced London's way when he spoke to her.
His guarded stare met mine before he gave a slow nod. I greeted him with one of my own before I turned around and slowly headed for the door. It was time to see what kind of damage I was dealing with.
“Trouble.” Riven waited for me outside the room, leaning back against the wall. “You’re still going through with this?”
If there was a way I could get through to the cold, calculating killer and get information on how to get to Hale, then I’d do almost anything.
