“Malec!”Myko growls in my mind.“Don’t lose it now. Onyx is worried about her brother. We can’t let her emotions slip. Red Dock first.”
I curse him out, but he doesn’t even groan this time. He knows he won.
That smug bastard ogling her.
I want to choke her for this plan.
“You weak shit can’t even touch her without your human excuse of a reproductive organ glowing like Chris’s emergency lightstick. Stop lying to yourself.”
“You’re not gonna let me have it today, huh?”I mutter.
Myko snorts.
“That’s what you get for calling me delusional sushi. Remember that next time.”
Great. Another sassmouth to babysit.
“Wait—shut up.”I lean toward the screen. She’s pouring something in his drink, bending low so her ass brushes past his face.
She’s drugging him. That’s her plan.
No. No, no, no.“Myko, we need her out now. She should’ve told me!”
Whoever works for Fedor is trained for this shit. He’ll notice. She won’t make it out alive.
Fucking merhell. What are you thinking, Roran!?
“No,”Myko growls.“She’s not worth the risk. Luca says they’ll move the Red Dock’s location again—we’ll lose it.”
“She—”
“Malec! You’ve done your part. Let her do hers! She asked you to trust her herself.”
My body burns, light blinding around me as rage explodes in every nerve. I keep breaking promises.
I keep risking everything for this—their—‘greater purpose’ bullshit.
I’m no hero. Never signed up to be. And I don’t care anymore.
She’s not dying.
And Fedor’s not getting his hands on her again.
“Malec!”
Roran
Every second in this room reminds me of the days my father used to shove me into one of these, just to please a business partner of his.
It never went too far—luckily, or unluckily—because no one else could run the other girls and the storage as well as I did—and only for a ‘roof and food’ as a payment. So when he was gone, one of the girls would quickly swap places with me and send me out once the man got drunk enough.
Today, he won’t get drunk. I don’t have that kind of time.
I’m going to drug him with the drops Tatiana uses sometimes to create illusions strong enough to get whatever I need. They’re supposed to make him forget most of it by morning.
At least that’s what Tatiana claims, though Novax is new to her too. I doubt she’s ever tried it on him.
My ass is blocking his view as I pour whiskey into a glass, pretending it’s unintentional. My legs brush his knees like there’s not enough space in front of me.
