“What did I do to deserve you?” I whisper.
I lean back and grab his face and kiss him harder than I ever have before, and it brings a smile to his face.
“This is all I’ll ever need,” he says. “And maybe your heel on my chest.”
I snort. “That’s my good boy.”
I kiss him again and tug at his bottom lip with my teeth, but then he groans out loud.
“I actually came here to ask something.”
I pull away and narrow my eyes. “What is it?”
“Please go talk to Orion.” He sighs. “He’s been moping around the Tartarus House for so long it’s starting to piss me off.”
I chuckle. “Why? Because of me?”
“He had a very hard time with losing you all of a sudden.”
I didn’t know it would bring him down that much.
“He’s always been gloomy, but when you got arrested, it’s almost like he went back to square one. Depression.”
I frown. “Did he try anything?”
“No, but he was close. I could see it in his eyes. Please, just go talk to him. I don’t know how to get through to him, but you know exactly what to say to bring him to life.”
I smirk. “All right. Looking out for everyone, I see.” I peck him on the cheeks and go to my closet to put on some clothes. “I’ll go see what he’s up to then. Have you talked to Atreus yet?”
“He’s on Sam’s tracks,” Xavier replies. “Probably won’t be long until he calls.”
I throw him a bag, and he catches it just in time. “What are you waiting for then? My closet’s that way. Gather all the ropes, guns, and knives I need.”
A devilish grin slowly forms on his face. “Yes, ma’am.”
I crawlinto Orion’s room through the window just as I did before. He’s listening to his music through his earbuds, completely oblivious to my presence as he keeps penning stuff down in that book of his.
I sneak up to him and block his vision with my hand, and he shrieks, so I cover his mouth too. He swiftly pulls out his earbud, and I whisper, “Don’t scream, pretty prince. Unless you want me to hurt you.”
Goose bumps scatter on his skin, and I remove my hand from his mouth.
“Please do,” he moans.
I chuckle in his ear. “Maybe later. After you’ve been a good boy for me.”
I snatch his notebook from underneath his pen and take a stroll to read through it, and he immediately jumps up from his seat to follow me. “Wait, don’t read that.”
“Why not?” I ask, flipping through the pages.
His entire face turns red like a cherry.
“Because …”
Every sentence I read feels familiar for some reason, and I can’t put my finger on it until I spot that one sentence at the bottom of the last page.
The sun scorches all in her path…
I want to burn it its flames.
