I blink at her, momentarily stunned. “You have a fake dick?”
She bats her lashes coyly at me. “Why? You want to see it?”
“You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
She finishes dressing, and I find my eyes fixed on her crotch. She didn’t…put anything in there, did she? Surely I would’ve noticed.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. Why? You offering to suck my cock?” She cants her hip to the side, exuding a type of arrogance that makes my dick hard all over again.
“I guarantee you half the soldiers back there think that’s what’s happening,” I point out.
Most of them have probably noticed that the crown prince and the “fearsome Kylian” have disappeared hours ago.
And a lot of them probably came to the right—or is it wrong?—conclusion.
Brylee’s lips twist into a frown. “So they think you’re with my brother?”
“No, my silly obsession.” I lean forward to give her a kiss on the forehead. “They think I’m withyou.”
“But I’m my brother.” Her brows scrunch together as if she’s attempting to calculate a difficult equation. “So they think my scent match is fucking my twin brother.”
I roll my eyes and extend a hand for her to take. She does so, albeit reluctantly—probably because we’re walking back to camp.
“No, they think I’m fucking you, and you’re you.”
“I’m Teddie.” She gestures toward her bodysuit, which adds about thirty pounds to her thin frame and creates bulk around her shoulders.
“You’re you.”
The two of us continue to bicker all the way back to camp. Just before we reach the clearing, Brylee releases my hand, a blush staining her cheeks red.
“Thank you. For tonight, I mean,” she whispers, the fire in her cheeks intensifying from a mere ember to an inferno.
I waggle my eyebrows. “For the sex?”
“No, you big dork.” She swats at my shoulders. “For training with me. For wanting to protect me. For…” She swallows visibly. “For loving me.”
I allow my smile to fade away, allow her to see the sincerity in my eyes when I speak next. She needs to know that I mean everything I say with all that I am—from the tips of my toes to the unruly black hairs at the top of my head.
“Always, Brylee. I willalwayslove you.”
And I will.
Nothing—and no one—will ever stop me from loving Brylee.
Not even the grim reaper himself.
41
BRYLEE
All our scoutsreported the building was clear, but as we tromp through underbrush and peer through the trees at the blocky building, I feel a strong sense of foreboding.
Maybe it's because this building looks an awful lot like one I was taken to the first time the Noths captured me. Tall, made of granite blocks with inset windows tinted pitch black, the lab seems to shimmer with malice.
I lick my lips as I stare pensively at the door nearest us. A scout team with four alphas and two betas, including Mole Man from my bus misadventure, creeps forward toward the door. It's got a bulky badge reader on the handle that I can see from here, and our team carefully sets up an explosive device with wires and C-4 and all sorts of components I didn't get to study during my short term at Eros.
The team feeds out a long wire and hurries back to us, and I'm reminded of rats scurrying for cover.
