“Letting me take care of you, that’s what.”
I huffed in frustration, then Silas pushed toward me, leaning over the console. It made my heart take off at a sprint.
“You let go a little, and you just might find that you like it.”
It was packed with innuendo, and I nearly choked on the lust that suddenly addled the air.
“It’s not going to happen,King.” How I managed to make it sound like I was disgusted by the prospect, I’d never know.
Silas chuckled a dark sound as he pulled away, taking my breath with him.
Every intimidating inch of him was written in arrogance.
The tattoos on his arms and neck seemed to crawl with the same crude appeal as his eyes watched me with right then.
“You sure about that?” The words scratched across me. Silken sandpaper.
Crappity crap, this man was dangerous.
And not in that ‘he’ll pull a gun in broad daylight and raze his enemies’ sort of way.
It was in a ‘Brinley could make very terrible, heart-decimating mistakes with him’ kind of way.
I could already feel my ribs creaking under the pressure.
I needed to remember the first was just as valid. If Dereck didn’t come through with whatever Silas wanted, I’d likely end up with a blade to my throat.
“Very,” I tossed out like I’d rather eat a piece of gum stuck to my shoe and threw open my door, needing to get the hell out of the confined space I was sharing with him before I combusted.
By the time my heels hit the ground, Elena’s voice was carrying on the wind, except she’d lowered it like some kind of bro who was prepping for a rager.
“Brinley in the house!”
An impetuous giggle erupted. Reckless beyond measure.
Apparently, when my life was at stake, I had no problem laughing. I guess sometimes the only way people survived was laughing their way through the treacherous things.
“Bwinweyhouse!” Kai waved a fist in the air, clearly trying to mimic his aunt.
That hole inside me throbbed all over again with the way he said my name.
Precious.
I tried to fight against it. Not to let my ribs expand to make extra room, but I figured that type of fight would prove fruitless.
I glanced over the hood of the truck so I could gauge Silas’s reaction to seeing his son after a long day.
I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t really liked the sight of it yesterday.
Proof that he might not be all cold blood and killer.
His expression morphed.
Adoration and loyalty poured out, mixed with something that looked a whole lot like terror.
Nothing cold about it, but there was still something grim congealing the surface.
Clearing my throat, I threw my arms up like I was arriving to the party and I hadn’t been dragged over here against my quickly faltering will. “That’s right, Brinley in the house!”
