Page 57 of Godless Saints

“Moon.”

His hand snapped out and struck mine hard. The box flew, hit the bench, and bounced beneath it. The ring slipped free, silver flashing once before disappearing under the wooden slats.

“A ring?”

Moon shoved me hard. My back slammed into the lockers. Metal bit into my shoulder.

“You are fucking unbelievable.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t.” His voice dropped. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

His eyes flicked to the box on the floor. His mouth twisted like the sight physically disgusted him.

“Do I look like your girlfriend?”

“No.”

“You don’t get to hurt me and then—”

Hurt me.

Moon’s mouth snapped shut the second it left him. He knew what he’d just admitted. I saw the hurt flash across his face, before he buried it under fresh anger.

I stepped around him anyway. He let me. Barely. The ring had rolled under the bench. I dropped down, reached between the slats, and scraped my knuckles raw on the wet tile. Silver hit my fingers. I closed my fist around it.

Then the locker room door opened. Two Aster boys stepped in, laughing about something from practice, towels slung over their shoulders. They were mid-conversation and didn’t even notice us at first.

Moon turned his head sharply. “Get the fuck out.”

His voice cut through the locker room. Both boys froze. Their laughter died instantly. The taller one blinked, looking genuinely confused. “Moon? What the hell?”

“I said get the fuck out. Now.”

The two boys exchanged a bewildered glance before they backed out quickly. The door clicked shut behind them.

I stayed crouched on the floor for a second, staring up at him.

Fuck.

That cold, commanding tone hit me right in the gut. The way he shut them down, pure House of Moon heir, sharp and absolute, sent a dark thrill down my spine. Heat pooled low. My cock twitched, hard and interested.

Not now, you fucking idiot.

I shoved the reaction down and rose to my feet. I left the ring on top of his clothes and bag. Keep it. Throw it away. Destroy it. I didn’t care. It was his now.

“This is over, Ashbourne.” His voice was flat. Almost.

I didn’t move.

“I told you to leave.”

“I heard you.”

“Then do it.”

I stayed right where I was. “No. It’s not up to you to decide when this is over. You’re mine, Moon. You’ve been mine since Saint Lucia.” I leaned in until my mouth brushed his ear. “You’re hot, sure. I brought you up there to fuck you. That was the whole plan.”