Page 157 of Light the Fire


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“But not entirely,” I whispered, the fight in me pouring out in such a rush I felt light-headed and spots clouded my vision. “A part of you always suspected. It was why you couldn’t completely trust her.”

Zane nodded. “Yeah. A part of me always suspected, but another part of me—a bigger part of me—hoped I was wrong. I fell for her, too.” His eyes were so sad. “I love her, too.”

I glanced at Jorik, who looked just as confused, defeated, and heartbroken as I felt. His poor mega-brain was struggling to make sense of everything. Slowly, he backed up until his butt hit the wall, then he slid his ass to the floor.

“So you guys are just going to donothing?” I asked, spreading my arms wide, imploring them to stand up and fight. Fight for our freedom, for our woman, for our lives.

Zane tipped his gaze to me. “You think there is somethingtodo? We’re locked in here with no enhancements, no windows, no weapons. Not even a fucking toilet.”

Jorik’s arms were folded on his knees, and his forehead rested on his arms. “Best to conserve your energy,” he said. “When Moord comes back, you know it’s going to be so he canplaywith us.”

I glared at the tops of my brothers’ heads, hating that two of the toughest men I had ever met were reduced to sulking little babies on the floor, hugging their knees and cowering.

“Sit down,” Zane barked, though his tone lacked its normal potency. “Just accept your fate, Rix. We’re trapped.” Then he put his forehead on his arms like Jorik was, and a faint shudder rocked through him.

I swallowed and stood there, staring at the top of Zane’s head.

If Zane was declaring defeat and waving the white flag, then maybe there really was no hope left.

Jorik lifted his head, snagged my gaze with his green one, and jerked his chin. “Come here.”

I went to him and slid down to sit right beside him so that our knees touched. He returned to his position of a human ball.

I mimicked him, not really understanding why, but feeling like it was something he wanted me to do. A moment later, I heard Zane get up and walk across the room, though I didn’t lift my head. He sat down on the other side of me, close enough that our thighs touched, and dropped his head back down.

“When we’re taken to be tortured?” Jorik said, his voice just a breath above a whisper.

“Only chance we’ll have,” Zane mumbled.

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