Page 123 of A Wild Darkness

“Sebastian?” A deep voice comes through the intercom in the corner of the room.

It startles us, cutting the thick tension in the room.

“Sounds like Christian,” he tells me, then steps away, leaving me standing alone and flushed.

Sebastian clears his throat before answering the call. “What’s up?”

“You know how you asked the guys to monitor a few of the Society members for the next couple of days?”

My ears perk up. This must be important. I swiftly grab a robe, then make my way toward where Sebastian’s standing so I don’t miss anything.

“Yeah?”

“They spotted Wendy.”

Sebastian glances back to me, his eyebrows raised at an opportunity falling into our laps. “Where?”

“At a hotel lounge downtown. She’s just got there, but men are coming up to her left and right,” Christian says.

“She’s on the prowl,” I mumble, understanding the way this woman’s mind works.

“We could take her out tonight,” Sebastian tells us.

“Exactly what I was thinking.” Christian clears his throat. “How soon can you guys get downtown?”

“Twenty minutes.” Sebastian runs a hand through my hair, pushing the stray pieces aside. “Text me the address.”

“You got it. I’ll keep the guys on her and let you know if anything changes,” Christian says.

Sebastian flicks off the intercom. “Bad timing.”

I smile. “We have work to do.”

He leans in, kissing my forehead. “We need to get dressed.”

“My clothes are soaked, and the rest of them are still in the East Wing,” I tell him. “I’m going to head back to grab them, then I’ll meet you by the garage elevators.”

He slides on a pair of pants and a T-shirt. Then he grabs a black baseball cap from the closet and puts it on backward.

Fuck. The white shirt and backward hat?

Wait.

I pause at the door. “How are we going to get her alone?”

Sebastian flashes me an uncomfortable look. “I’ll have to make her think I’m interested in her again.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

SEBASTIAN

“Are you ready for tonight?” I glance over at her. She’s tucked herself close to the passenger door and has been quiet on the drive into the city, which is unlike her.

Stevie shrugs. “Ready as I’ll ever be. What are you going to do to get her to take you up to her room?” Her lips purse as if the words are poison in her mouth.

Wait. Is she jealous?

I’ve never met a woman so smart and driven, but also a complete pain in the ass at the same time. But there is a twisted side of her that slips out when she’s not guarding her feelings, and my addiction to that side is growing with every passing day.