Tears fill my eyes watching Thorin try to reach Camo, pushing Rush off him in anger.
“STOP!” I cry out.
Thorin is raging, snarling at anyone who is holding him. He may have vampire strength, but the other brothers have their own powers and with that comes strength.
I go to step forward, but stop hearing Winger.
“ENOUGH!” he bellows, and everyone stops. He assesses the room, frowning at what he is seeing.
“What the fuck is going on here?” His voice is full of command, enough to make everyone look at him.
He oozes power, but that is why he is the president of the club.
I rush forward to explain.
“Nothing, just a misunderstanding. I am going back to Thorin’s room. It is fine,” I rush out. He looks down at me, because Winger is a tall fucker, over six feet three.
Looking to Thorin, I see rage staring back at me and my heart cracks open that little bit more. He hates me for causing an issue with his brothers. That one look makes me pause, and a solution pops into my head.
With one more longing look at the man who owns my heart, I turn back to his president. Clearing my throat, swallowing the lump in my throat and before I lose all courage, I speak.
"On second thought, I would like to go home now." I push my shoulders back, flashing my fake bravado.
“I think someone may have a say on that, don’t you?” he prompts, but I shake my head.
“No.” I stand firm, an edge to my voice so they know I am not fucking around. “I am not claimed, so I am free to go,” I force out, each word tasting vile on my tongue.
I thought we had turned a corner, but clearly Thorin is still being the Thorin who hurt me. Not giving into the mating connection but wanting me here to no one else could have me.
I do not know what he is thinking, and right now, I do not care.
“She stays,” Thorin snarls behind me.
I keep my eyes on Winger, who looks between the two of us.
“I have to agree with Thorin, Pres. We have not found any new information on the two Furies. No new sightings of the vampires, but that does not mean that they are not out there, biding their time.” This comes from Oryn.
I sigh, my shoulders dropping in defeat.
“Let her go.” Thorin’s words cut me deep.
I swallow hard, and my eyes fill with tears over his cold harsh tone. Yes, I got what I wanted, but his words feel final.
“Cotton and a prospect will be at her back watching her while she works, but she comes straight back here after her shift. She does not stay to clean up; she is to be brought straight here and to my room.”
“Delaney, is that good for you?” I nod to Winger, tugging at the hem of my shirt.
Tilting my head to the side, I see Thorin’s back as he leaves the room. My stomach rolls with guilt and hurt, mixed with a fuck load of other emotions that are connected to this man.
His body craves me—I have seen and felt that—yet his mind will not claim me.
He hates me right now, and he has cracked open my heart once again.
How many times will I let it happen before I leave for good, taking my broken heart far away from here and letting someone else heal me?
“You ready, Delaney?” Cotton asks, looking at me with sympathy.
I nod, not speaking.
