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“Wait, did she just say forty-five minutes?” I twisted around and shoved the sheet down. “Why’d you let me sleep that long?”
“Because you needed it.” There was a silent duh at the end of his response.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as I stood. “Have you been in here with me the entire time?” I asked, examining myself. There was barely any skin he hadn’t made sure to mark. “Jesus, Ciaran.”
“Just Ciaran,” he corrected.
I pulled his shirt over my head and gathered up my clothes. Leaving him on the bed, I slipped out into the hall and made a dash to the bathroom so that I could clean myself up. Before I could shut the door, Ciaran was entering behind me, shutting it once he was inside.
He stepped into my bubble and removed my clothes from my arms, leaving them to fall to the floor. From the predatory look in his eyes, I knew what he wanted.
“We don’t have time for any more,” I objected weakly.
His hand slipped beneath his shirt, grabbing two handfuls of ass and lifting me up.
“I need ten minutes to make you come—twice.”
“Ciaran,” I implored, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me over to the sink. “Fine,” I sighed.
“Good girl,” he teased, pushing my knees apart.
It was inexplicably strange to see the sun shining brightly on a city full of death and darkness. The silence seemed louder than it had when we had the moon above us.
Ciaran was ahead of us, as per usual, leading the way to our next destination: Cerberus Hall.
I lingered with the girls and Margo, quietly filling them in.
“Are you all right, though?” Gracelyn asked when I finished.
“Why wouldn’t I be? There isn’t anything to be bothered about, not right now.” And I meant that.
We knew that this was more than likely the case, that these guys were from another one of the other founding families.
I’d slept with him anyway.
I didn’t have any regrets about it. I also refused to consider all the motives he could have for fucking me since admitting from his own mouth that we shouldn’t have done it.
“He has to be from one of families at the top to know who you are without ever meeting you before,” Mel pointed out.
This was true.
I had no way to narrow down which one he came from, though. There were fifty original members, and then they all had their expanded bloodlines and various betrothals, which equated to a ridiculously long list of people, more than half of whom I’d never met before. Unless Ciaran came out and told me himself, I wouldn’t know who he was until we were out of here.
Regardless, I had to assume his family wasn’t on good terms with mine, which still didn’t help me narrow things down. I rubbed the back of my neck, inhaling a breath of warm summer air.
Unintentionally, I wound up by Ciaran’s side again. I was convinced that there had to be some invisible chain with a ball weighing it down that kept ensuring I found my way to him. We walked together like it was the most natural thing in the world.
When we reached the next place we needed to be, it wasn’t anything like I’d been expecting. Or I should say, when we almost got to where we were supposed to go. There were signs staked in the ground to point us in the direction of Cerberus Hall. That was a very underworld-ish name to use. I could only imagine what awaited us.
To get there, though, it was obvious we had to travel through this place.
There was another sign with a tape recorder a few feet ahead, a green light attached to the top part of it.
“Whatcha think?” he asked, staring straight ahead.
“It looks like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I was talking about me and you.”
I glanced up at him. “There isn’t a me and you, but if there was, my answer would remain the same.”
“Damn, that’s brutal,” Maverick laughed from Ciaran’s other side.
“I almost believed you, puppet. Almost…” he trailed off, still not looking at me.
“This doesn’t look like it belongs here,” Margo said, walking up to the fence so she could get a better look inside. Thank god for her; I needed to stay focused.
And she was right.
We were essentially standing at the entrance of a junkyard. Someone had deemed the place Cerberus Crossing. It looked like a small stretch of wasteland. The area was enclosed by a high brick wall topped with broken glass and razor wire. Two gates hung open—gates I knew would shut behind us as soon as stepping past them.
From where we were standing, we could see a shed with a security window and various piles of rusted car carcasses.
They were placed in such a way that the path ahead reminded me of an obstacle course.
