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Chapter thirty-nine
“Why can’t I go?” I asked, my words bouncing back at me off a closed door.
The bathroom door opened slowly, and Lincoln walked out. His face was covered in white with black paint smudged around his eyes. There were streaks of black in the corners—like cracks.Or tears.His nose and cheeks were covered in the same black paint, and he’d outlined a row of smiling—but sinister—teeth over his lips all the way to his ears.
My lips parted and a fire burned inside me. This man was mine. All mine. The possessiveness he felt for me, I felt just as much for him. I would kill anyone for hurting him, for even touching him.
His lips curved up as he held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I think my dirty girl likes it.” His other hand reached between my thighs and palmed my pussy. “I think she likes it a whole fucking lot.”
Heat and need twisted in the pit of my belly, making my core throb. For a brief moment, the fight was forgotten. There was only this never ending, visceral thread pulling us together, searing, scorching, burning at both ends.
Lincoln leaned forward so that his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Do you like it, baby?” His middle finger ran along my soaking wet crease. “Do you like when I set my demons free?” A low growl wrapped around his voice.
Yes.
Lucifer growled, snapping Lincoln’s attention toward the door. A short second later, there was a light tap on the wood.
“Time for me to go, Songbird.” He trailed a finger over my lips, and my heart jumped to my throat.No.
I grabbed his other hand in mine, swallowing past the ache in my chest. “If I ran, would you run with me?” I closed my eyes and begged in silence for this all to be one big nightmare that would go away if I could just wake the fuck up.
Please. God. Fate. Someone.Make this go away.
“I’ll go wherever you wanna go, baby.” My eyes popped open at the sound of his voice. A sad smile graced his lips. “As soon as this is over.”
Then with a gentle, un-Lincoln-like kiss on my lips, he was gone.
Deuce sat on the couch staring at his phone in silence. His fingers swept across the screen as if he were casually scrolling Instagram. Like this was just another day. Lincoln made him stay with me to make sure I didn’t sneak out and follow him downstairs. I wanted to take his fucking phone and throw it at the wall.
I leaned my back against the door and slid down to my butt. The weight in my chest grew unbearable—a vine twisting and clenching my heart.
Come back to me, Lincoln Huntington.
Please.He always broke when I saidplease.
Lucifer laid in front of me, nuzzling his head by my feet.
There was nothing. Just the thundering pounding of my heartbeat.
I stared at the floor beneath me. The splits and knots in the dark wood told a story only the forest would know. When Lincoln and I told our story, would we be the villains or the heroes?I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.
Caspian had once said that Grey was the most brutal man in the Brotherhood. Would he really give up so easily? He hated the Brotherhood and had made it his personal mission to watch them fall. Why would he let that go?
Do you trust him?
Yes. I did.
I had to.
Otherwise I’d sent the man I love to a death match with a man everyone else viewed as dangerous.
The thought of something happening to either one of them made me want to throw up.
The thunder-pulse grew louder, a physical vibration against my back.
Deuce glanced up from his phone, then jumped off the couch and rushed to the door, pointing at me with one finger and holding the other against his lips. “Don’t move.”
Knocking. Someone was knocking.
