“Who’s that?” a tall half-naked woman—stripper—steps out behind her, eyeing me curiously, but I don’t even spare her a glance.
Because Roran looks like a fucking goddess who just crawled out of my darkest fantasy, and I can’t even touch her.
She bites her lower lip again. Nervous.
Fuck. Merhell. She’s going to drive me insane.
“Don’t.” My voice is low, dangerous. I take a step forward.
She takes one back.
The woman clears her throat awkwardly.
Roran snaps out of it and turns to her, forcing a laugh. “That’s… my cousin. He’s helping me.”
“Cousin my ass—”
Her hand slides behind me and pinches my back hard.
I hiss through my teeth but nod stiffly to the woman, not even faking a smile.
“Norvax is in his regular suite. I’ll cancel the guard who’s supposed to escort me. Does your cousin know how to get to the safe room?” The woman's eyes flick between us, sensing the tension.
Regular suite. Take her there.
Wait.
“Yeah. I’ll show him everything,” Roran replies smoothly. “Act normal. Stay in your room until I call.”
The woman nods and closes the door, leaving us alone in the corridor.
“You’re not fucking serious,” I snap. “No. Go change. Now.” My pulse spikes as I realize exactly why she was so sure she could get him to talk.
He’s not going to see her like this.
Hell no.
No one but me is going to see her like this.
“Now, Roran.” My voice thunders through the hallway. Her mask shifts slightly as she raises an eyebrow beneath it.
“No. You need the Red Dock just as much as I do.”
She leans closer. My breath catches in my throat.
“They’re holding Diana there. She could die any second while we waste time arguing,” she whispers.
She’s holding her ground.
But so am I.
“You go change. I’ll get it out of him myself,” I growl. “You’re not dancing for that motherfucker.”
I feel my marks begin to itch, the heat of rage rushing over my skin.
“We’re close, do you need—”
“No.”I shut Myko down, inhaling sharply through my nose.
